Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai hits and Slam is once again on the air! The fans cheer and go crazy and act like they've never seen fireworks before as the pyro goes off and we go to the announcers.
Freddy Whoa: Freddy Whoa here, alongside Erin Robbins yet again! It has recently been announced that we won't get to announce War, as Zach and Shannan are making their return to the company. I'm sad.
Erin Robbins: Me too. Why they're letting that low down dirty slut come back is beyond me.
Freddy Whoa: Don't talk about Zach that way, Erin.
Erin Robbins: ...
Freddy Whoa: Anyway, big night tonight. In our main event, Sarah Twilight and Jonathan Jakobs put their newly won Tag Team Championships on the line against the Angels of Death!, Night Rider and Oblivion, who is the new Hardcore Champion himself.
Erin Robbins: Sarah, who is now engaged to Eric Price! I can't wait for the wedding!
Freddy Whoa: Talk about the couple from hell... dear God. After everything we saw between those two when they were feuding over the World Title, to imagine them as a couple!? I just... can't even ....
Erin Robbins: We've got Biohazard up against Odin Balfore, and Denise D'Evil taking on John Barber for the Television Championship. Lots of opportunity for the AoD tonight!
Freddy Whoa: Eric Price puts his Internet Title on the line against Jordan Caliban, who won the contendership just last week. Price is a Double Champion. Hm, he's the CEO of the company AND a Title holder. Coincidence?
Erin Robbins: What are you implying, Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: Nothing. We've got Logan up against Deuce Maximus. They're two men that have been teaming lately, but let's see how they act as teammates.
Erin Robbins: Two WCF veterans face off as Doc Henry goes one on one with Tek.
Freddy Whoa: We've also got Havok vs Pepper, Eli vs Ace vs Walker, and to open up our show... Lionheart versus Matthew Robinson! What a rivalry.
We cut backstage to the locker room of ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson who is busy getting ready for his match with Lionheart later on. His friend and fellow colleague, Seifer Black Armstrong is seated across from him rubbing his neck slightly.
Matthew Robinson: Are you sure you want to be out there in my corner tonight dude, your neck is clearly still giving you some trouble…
Seifer Black Armstrong: I’ve suffered worse…I’ll be fine…
Suddenly the door bursts open and a swarm of police officers enter the locker room and tackle Armstrong to the ground and cuff him.
Matthew Robinson: What the Hell is going on here! And watch his neck damn it, it was nearly broken last week!
The officers then get to their feet, picking Armstrong up with them.
Officer 1: Seifer Black Armstrong…you’re under arrest for murder! You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you, you have the right to one phone call. Do you understand these rights as they have been stated to you?
Seifer Black Armstrong: Yes I do…
Matthew Robinson: Hold on a damn minute…murder?
Officer 2: Sir, this is none of your concern…if you continue to get involved then I will arrest you for obstructing police justice…
Seifer Black Armstrong: Relax Matt, it’ll be another set up by Lionheart and Brandon to make sure he doesn’t have the two of us to worry about just like last week…good luck out there…and I’ll see you when I get myself out of prison…
With that, the police officers drag Armstrong out of the locker room before Robinson punches a nearby locker door in frustration.
“Dark Fantasy” by Kanye West starts playing over the speaker system as the lights dim throughout the arena.
Can we get much higher? So high
Can we get much higher? So high
As the chorus of the song ends, a gold spotlight shines on the entrance ramp as Eric Price steps out with a huge smile on his face, dressed in a black suit with a black shirt and a black tie. He however motions as Sarah Twilight emerges from the back as well. He offers his hand to hold hers but she keeps walking past, a look of arrogance on her face as Eric just shrugs it off and keeps walking toward the ring. Eric has around his waist the Elite and Internet Titles and the US Title draped around his shoulder as Sarah carries her half of the tag team titles around her shoulder.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the EPPW CEO and Executive Vice President of Human Resources as well as one half of the EPPW Tag Team Champions … SARAH TWILIGHT … and the EPPW Owner, Chairman of the Board, CIO, and EPPW United States, Elite, and Internet Champion … ERIC PRICE!
Freddy Whoa: And we start off Slam this week with the leader of Bravado and his fiancée and yes … you heard that right, last week Eric Price proposed to Sarah Twilight and she accepted.
Erin Robbins: I’m so excited for the power couple; they are set to have their wedding next week! I can’t wait!
Freddy Whoa: Certainly a huge development last week as both Eric Price and Sarah Twilight make their way into the ring, some tumblers already in the ring I wonder for what reason.
Erin Robbins: Maybe it’s to pick out the invites for their wedding next week! I know I’ll be there! Maybe I’ll be the maid of honor!
Freddy Whoa: Oh sure. Nevertheless, last week the tag team titles as you can see with Sarah there went to Bravado last week as she and Jonathan Jakobs managed to dethrone S-PAC and become the new tag team champions!
Erin Robbins: Absolutely but let’s see what brings the soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Price out here to the ring.
Eric asks for a microphone as Sarah stands next to Eric and the music fades away and the crowd continues to boo loudly as Eric just continues to smile, Sarah however does not look happy.
Eric Price: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to EPPW’s Slam!
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Eric Price: Oh you can’t bring me down this week, nothing you can say that will anger me at all! Last week, Bravado won the tag team titles! But even greater than that … last week, I got down on bended knee and asked Sarah Twilight do to the right thing, to acknowledge our love for each other and accept my hand in marriage and she said YES!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Yes, and I am announcing here tonight that we will be broadcasting our wedding live on Slam NEXT WEEK! So set your DVRs, get your camera phones ready for next week because it’ll be an historic moment that will never be forgotten and things will change forever as we will be forever united as Mr. and Mrs. Price!
Crowd: Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!
Eric’s smile turns into a frown as he appears disgusted with the crowd
Eric Price: That’s the problem with you people, you’re just a bunch of jealous pricks! You people don’t understand the true love between a man and a woman; I would think in the bible belt of all places you people would appreciate this but it’s clear that you’re nothing but a bunch of envious idiots, THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE!
Crowd: You’re a loser! You’re a loser! You’re a loser!
Eric Price: Regardless of your unsolicited opinion, the reason I’m out here is actually to address something that happened last week and that is the utter destruction of my set and my show! You ruined what should have been a truly magical moment in the history of EPPW when I proposed to my lovely fiancée Sarah Twilight but instead you decided to crash the moment and stage that … INVASION and I … WE DID NOT DESERVE THAT! I guess you didn’t like what I did to you at Revenge but you deserved it and now … oh now you’re just asking for it! Mark my words, if I ever see you again and something tells me you’ll show up from behind like the coward you are, I will END YOU!!!
Crowd: You got owned! You got owned! You got owned!
Eric Price: SHUT UP!
Erin Robbins: That’s right, you tell them boss!
Freddy Whoa: I thought he was supposed to be calm and composed here tonight and that nothing was going to get to him?
Erin Robbins: Show some respect to our boss.
Eric Price: Nevertheless, that brings me to why we’re out here tonight. Despite all of this, despite the fact that we’ve dealt with some conflict both internal and external, despite the fact that a lot of you may oppose what you see, Bravado and EPPW are still as strong as EVER! It was nearly three months ago that Jonny Fly sold this company to me and it has become more profitable than ever! I have put great people in power and we’ve taken this enterprise to a whole new level with great new talent being signed at a higher rate than ever before! Making new stars, higher profits, and providing you an even higher quality program because truly, this is all thanks to you … the fans! I’d like to take this opportunity to tell all of you the little people right now that YOU ARE WELCOME!
Crowd boos loudly
Erin Robbins: What magnanimous leaders we have in Bravado and EPPW, just wonderful!
Eric Price: And Bravado and EPPW will continue well on into the future with yours truly at the helm and now with my wife by my side, Sarah Twilight and I will ensure a great future for this company and will take it to even greater heights than ever before! And speaking of greater heights, it’s that time of year again! Oh yes, it’s time for one of our most unpredictable pay per views of the year … it’s time for WAR! Now what you see behind us here are two tumblers, both have the names of all the EPPW wrestlers in there and one will be used to pick #1 and #2 and the other tumbler will pick the final entrants to the War match. This will be done fairly as I walk over here and simply spin the tumbler here to pick the first entrant to the War match. I certainly wouldn’t want to be this person because honestly, this is a tough spot to be in but at the same time, it is a very honorable spot.
Eric rolls the tumbler and stops it opening the door and pulling out a piece of paper with a name. He reads it to himself and tosses it on the ground.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell?
Eric Price: Of course that was a practice pick. Let’s try this again.
Eric closes the door to the tumbler and starts spinning it up again as the crowd starts booing loudly.
Crowd: Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!
Freddy Whoa: I have to agree with the crowd, Eric Price said it would be fair and he clearly did not like the name he picked so he’s doing this again.
Erin Robbins: This is fair leadership, he said it was a practice and that’s fair, he just needed to make sure he did this correctly.
Eric stops the tumbler and opens the door and picks out a piece of paper at random.
Eric Price: So here we go, the #1 entrant to the War match this year 3 weeks from tonight is …
Eric unfolds the piece of paper and looks at the name and just throws the piece of paper down to the ground in disgust.
Eric Price: That was just another practice pick. Sorry folks, it seems I’m not having much luck tonight and…
Sarah quickly walks over to Eric and swipes the microphone from him
Sarah Twilight: You truly are incompetent aren’t you? Much like everything around here, I’ll do this myself.
Freddy Whoa: And Sarah ever so pleasant to her fiancé.
Erin Robbins: Don’t meddle in people’s affairs Freddy! They love each other damn it!
Sarah closes the tumbler and spins it glaring at Eric the entire time as he just shrugs his shoulders at her saying “okay, fine” as she brings the tumbler to a stop. She then opens the door to the tumbler and picks out a piece of paper as Eric simply stands in the back next to the tumbler.
Sarah Twilight: So ... the first entrant to the WAR match is ...
Sarah opens the piece of paper and proceeds to throw it down as Eric quickly goes to grab the microphone from her!
Eric Price: Oh no, you’re not pulling this, you pick that up and you read it!
Sarah glares at Eric.
Eric Price: I SAID PICK THAT UP!
Sarah continues to glare at Eric menacingly, balling her fists as if she was about ready to hit him.
Eric Price: Fine, I’ll pick it up!
Eric picks up the piece of paper and grins a bit.
Eric Price: The first entrant to the War match will be none other than …. SARAH TWILIGHT!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: WHAT?!
Crowd cheers loudly.
Freddy Whoa: No wonder Sarah didn’t want to read that.
Sarah demands another microphone and quickly grabs it.
Sarah Twilight: You are a fucking idiot. You never do anything without fucking it up, I swear
She shakes her head.
Eric Price: You always think about just you you you, that’s how selfish you are! You always have a complaint, always want things a certain way, why don’t you just deal with it? You’re supposed to be the fearless competitor here, take what you got!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: WOW!
Sarah simply glares at Eric menacingly and grins at him.
Sarah Twilight: Doesn't matter, whatever ... I'll begin the match, and I will DAMN sure end it!
Sarah pauses for a moment and her grin widens.
Sarah Twilight: And ... I will pick the next entrant for the WAR match.
Sarah bends down and picks up one of the pieces of paper that Eric had tossed earlier as Eric simply glares back at her.
Sarah Twilight: The second entrant to the War match will be …
She laughs, seriously enjoying what she was seeing. She looks directly at Eric.
Sarah Twilight: YOU ... Eric Price!
Eric frowns at her.
Eric Price: The hell? You just had to upstage me didn’t you?! As always, you have to be the center of attention don’t you? Well fine, we’ll pick the last entrant for the War match now.
Both Eric and Sarah try to spin the tumbler at the same time arguing over who will do it first as they both manage to spin it in the same direction, they both open the door and each pull a piece of paper at the same time as both try to announce at the same time.
Eric Price: And the final entrant to the War match this year will be …
Eric and Sarah both look at their respective pieces of paper and incredulously and softly read it…
Eric Price and Sarah Twilight: The masked man?
Eric and Sarah both pull another sheet of paper each and see that it also says “The Masked Man”. They keep pulling more and more papers from the tumbler and realize that they all say “The Masked Man”.
Eric Price: What the hell is this?
Sarah Twilight: You tell me, you fucking idiot?! This was your idea.
Eric Price: Yes but this is ridiculous, this is a setup!
Sarah Twilight: Aren’t you supposed to be running this place supposedly "almighty leader"? You couldn't fucking lead your way out of a paper bag.
Eric Price: Look, we’ll discuss this in the back!
Sarah leans in, looking at Eric coldly, then simply turns and walks off toward the back. Eric seems uneasy after the turn of events.
Freddy Whoa: Sarah Twilight begins the WAR match ... Eric Price also begins it with her and the masked man at the final entrant. This is going to be insane!
Erin Robbins: I like Eric, I really do ... but some of his decisions have been very questionable lately. I just hope that things can be reconciled between he and Sarah by next week.
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.
Erin Robbins: A great opener this week.
Freddy Whoa: You got that right.
The opening to 'One Finger And A Fist' by Drowning Pool plays through the PA system as the arena plunges into darkness. When the song fully kicks in, 'The Punisher' Matthew Robinson bursts out onto the stage sending the WCF fans into a frenzy. Robinson is visibly fired up and raring to go as he makes his way down the ramp slapping the fans hands on his way.
Freddy Whoa: And whoa, where's Seifer?
Erin Robbins: Seifer was arrested.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa?
Erin Robbins: Whoa.
The Punisher and Lionheart circle each other until the bell rings. The massive Lionheart approaches Matthew, talking trash. Matthew Robinson refuses to back down, getting in Lionheart's face.
Freddy Whoa: This thing looks pretty intense.
Lionheart slaps Robinson across the cheek. Matthew stumbles backwards looking disgusted with Lionheart's actions, quickly retaliating with a kick to Lionheart's stomach that makes him hunch over, and an European uppercut that puts the big man on his back. Matthew follows through, kicking the downed Lionheart in the knee. Matt stretches out Lionheart's leg and drops down striking his knee into the side of Lionheart's.
Erin Robbins: Matthew is picking his shots here. He's already working the knee of Lionheart.
Freddy Whoa: Playing it smart. Robinson is displaying his technical abilities.
Matthew drops another knee into Lionheart's leg and follows through reaching down and putting Lionheart in a leglock. After a few moments, Lionheart uses his size advantage to roll Matthew off and kick him away forcing the submission to break. Lionheart quickly gets to his feet, not wanting to take this fight to the ground. Matthew stays on the attack, rushing at Lionheart with a closeline, Lionheart ducks, Matthew fly's past Lionheart, hits the ropes, comes back, and Lionheart throws up his leg dropping a big boot into the face of Matthew Robinson that sends him off his feet and onto his back. Once down, Lionheart hits the ropes and comes back dropping a leg onto Matthew - NO - Robinson manages to roll out of the way. Lionheart sits upright clutching his knee in pain, Matthew takes advantage, drop kicking Lionheart onto his back and following up locking him into a headlock that turns into a sleeper hold.
Erin Robbins: Trying to wear the big man down.
Freddy Whoa: I think it's working, Erin. That's a very effective sleeper hold.
The referee raises Lionheart's arm once, twice, thre - LIONHEART SHOOTS HIS ARM UP!
Freddy Whoa: Matthew looks disappointed, but he shouldn't have expected it would be that easy to put Lionheart away so early.
Lionheart gathers his strength, climbing to his feet, lifting Matthew Robinson.
Erin Robbins: Lionheart's strength is very impressive. Matthew certainly isn't no little guy himself.
Lionheart elbows Matthew in the midsection breaking him loose, then grabs him by his sides and throws him over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Matthew's back crashes into the ring, yet he manages to recover fastly and get back onto his feet. Once he's back up, Lionheart nails a big boot, Matthew gets blasted backwards into the ropes, bounces off, and limply staggers forward right into a violent triple power bomb that Lionheart immediately ends with a pinfall.
Matthew Robinson kicks out!
Erin Robbins: I think I heard his back crack after that last powerbomb.
Lionheart looks a little annoyed, picking Matthew up by his hair, but Matthew Robinson comes out of nowhere and lifts Lionheart off his feet nailing a perfectly executed Olympic Slam.
Freddy Whoa: WOOOO!
Robinson takes this time to recover a bit from the set of powerbombs he received, dropping down to Lionheart's side, and punching him in the knee. He works Lionheart's knee further, slipping him back into another leglock. Lionheart yells out in pain but is able to eventually reach the ropes forcing Matthew to break. Matt climbs up to his feet, circling Lionheart, and stomping at him while he circles engaging the Robinson Stomp. Once he's finished, Robinson drops back down next to Lionheart and wraps his arm around his neck putting him into a sleeper hold. The referee once again raises Lionheart's arm, and again, and once again but Lionheart keeps it up and elbows the side of Matthew's head until Matthew rolls off him. Lionheart begins staggering to his feet, once he's up, Matthew Robinson charges Lionheart and dropkicks the back of his leg. The end result is Lionheart's legs getting sweep up from underneath him until he falls onto his back. He picks Lionheart up and hits the Robinson Effect!
Erin Robbins: Done.
Matthew Robinson drops down on top of Lionheart and hooks the leg.
NO! Lionheart kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa. I thought that was it!
Erin Robbins: Me too, Freddy!
Matthew begins putting Lionheart into the Lock of Punishment. Lionheart's eyes go wide, sensing the end near, and kicking jabs away at Matthew's side. Matthew backs off, Lionheart limps up to his feet, and desperately leaps across the ring hitting a powerful closeline on Robinson that sends him flying off his feet and onto his back. Lionheart follows through with a quick pin hoping to catch Matt off guard.
Matthew kicks out! Lionheart struggles to get up, nursing his right knee, but he does, and pulls a stunned Matthew Robinson up with and nails Feeding Time!
Freddy Whoa: Oh my God. He hit it. That move his devastating.
Erin Robbins: Probably why it's his signature.
Lionheart takes a second to crawl over on top of Matthew and hook the leg.
THREE AND A HALF!
THREE AND THREE QUARTERS!
Freddy Whoa: Did he get it?!
Erin Robbins: I think Lionheart got it!
Matthew kicks out at the last possible second.
Freddy Whoa: MATTHEW KICKED OUT!
Erin Robbins: I didn't see that coming!
Lionheart is in disbelief. The audience cheers for Matthew Robinson's determination. Lionheart pulls Robinson up to his feet and sets him up for ANOTHER Feeding Time.
Erin Robbins: Here it goes.
Freddy Whoa: This has to be it, Erin.
NO! Matthew Robinson counters, dropping out of Lionheart's grasp, goes for the Total Punishment... but Lionheart escapes THAT and hits Robinson with the Feeding Time after all!
Erin Robbins: Lionheart gets it done!
Freddy Whoa: It was close, if Robinson had hit that Total Punishment, that may've been it.
The bell rings and Lionheart raises his arm into the air.
Erin Robbins: And once again…the King of the Jungle is victorious over The Punisher…
Freddy Whoa: And it looks like he isn’t finished yet…
Lionheart begins directing traffic as he orders Brandon Stevens to get a table, whilst Stevens looks under the ring for one, Lionheart rolls out of the ring and rips the top half of the steel steps from the bottom half and slides it into the ring before rolling in after it.
Erin Robbins: Could we be seeing signs of déjà vu here Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: It certainly looks like it Erin, and there’s no Seifer Black Armstrong to save Robinson this time…
As Robinson tries to get back to his feet, Lionheart measures him and as soon as Robinson gets to his feet, Lionheart charges at him and nails him with a ‘Primal Charge’. Stevens then slides a table into the ring and watches as Lionheart sets it up over the top half of the steel steps.
Erin Robbins: This is going to be painful to watch…
Freddy Whoa: Just like it was painful to watch when he did it to Seifer last week…
Lionheart then picks Robinson up and nails him with ‘Feeding Time’ sending Robinson crashing through the table and onto the steel steps to a sickening thud. As Lionheart laughs, Stevens grabs a microphone and climbs up onto the apron and into the ring.
Brandon Stevens: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls…this man standing right here…this Man Beast…this King of the Jungle…my client…will be the future face of this entire company! On September 29th, 2013…live from the US Airways Center in Phoenix, Arizona…history will be made when my client will not only compete in his first EVER War match…not only will he be competing in his first EVER World Heavyweight Championship match…but he will walk out as your new World…Heavyweight…Champion!
The fans boo heavily as Lionheart smirks, nodding in agreement to Stevens’ words.
Brandon Stevens: But that’s the future…now back to the present…and earlier this week…my client here decided he was sick and tired of beating the same old faces over and over and wanted a new challenge for next week. He issued an open challenge and has asked whoever has the guts to face him, to make themselves known right here…right now! My client doesn’t care who you are…whether you’re the World Heavyweight Champion, Nathan von Liebert…Hell he doesn’t even care if it’s the so-called owner of this company, Eric Pri…
Suddenly Stevens is cut off as the lights go out as a spotlight centres on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd begin to boo even louder than before as the video wall displays the words ‘THE ONLY ONE’ as Lionheart and Stevens both look on in anger at being interrupted.
Freddy Whoa: Well this sure isn’t our World Champ…or the boss…
Erin Robbins: Indeed not…but it’s the future wife of the boss…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 Twilight finally walks out onto the stage with a microphone in hand, she soaks in deafening boo’s from the crowd, enjoying their hatred as always. She stops on stage awaiting for her music to cut off and it does before she raises the microphone to her lips.
Erin Robbins: I highly doubt that Sarah is out here to wish Lionheart luck.
Freddy Whoa: Absolutely not...whenever she makes her presence known, it's usually NOT for a good reason.
The crowd continues to boo like crazy as Twilight stares forward at Lionheart and Stevens. She toggles the microphone in her hand for a moment before bringing it down. Instead, she makes her way down the ramp and climbs into the ring. Lionheart rotates his shoulders a few times and pops his neck as he returns the stare to her. Unphased by his efforts of intimidation, Twilight walks straight up to him, getting face to face. The two stare at each other.
Freddy Whoa: If Lionheart wanted a fight...he seems to have gotten one…
Erin Robbins: Synn, Logan and now Lionheart. All men who have called out the entirety of the roster...each time it has been Sarah Twilight who emerges from behind the curtain. The woman looks for a fight at every turn, so it isn't surprising that she takes up any opportunity to get involved in one.
Freddy Whoa: I wonder if Lionheart's comments about the upcoming wedding are what prompted this?
Erin Robbins: Very well could be. However, if Lionheart thinks this will be ANYTHING like messing with Robinson's wife...he is dead wrong.
Twilight and Lionheart continue to stare each other down. As the tension builds, an irritated Brandon Stevens decides to handle this unexpected situation.
Brandon Stevens: Look, sweetheart...it's cute that you walk out here, it really is. But my client was issuing an open challenge for any MAN backstage to step up. My client is a future World Champion and he doesn't need to waste his time with a little girl who should be in the kitchen cooking and cleaning…
Twilight never removes her gaze from Lionheart. The crowd gasps slightly at Stevens' comments. Though there are still numerous boos simply because the crowd cannot stand Sarah Twilight.
Erin Robbins: I think it would be wise for Brandon Stevens to just stop talking…
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, he is really putting his foot in his mouth here…
However, Brandon just keeps going. Trying to get his point across that Lionheart was waiting for a male competitor to answer his challenge.
Brandon Stevens: Simply put...my client will NOT compete against you. My client has no interest in tossing around a member of the weaker sex. My client wishes to impose dominance! He wishes to elicit fear from the roster. He is going to do that by competing against the most dangerous, the most skilled of competitors on the roster. Frankly, you aren't dangerous. You aren't -- UMPH!!!
Suddenly and without warning, Twilight plants a kick to Stevens' gut, and in the blink of an eye, he is hauled up and DROPPED!
Erin Robbins: TWILIGHT ZONE!
Freddy Whoa: Looks like she heard enough of his mouth.
Erin Robbins: I think Stevens just found out that Sarah Twilight is VERY dangerous!
Right as Stevens is dropped, Lionheart goes in on the attack, sending a few HARD clubbing blows across Twilight's back as she makes her way back to her feet. He follows up by pulling her into a brainbuster, holding her up for a long period of time.
Freddy Whoa: It appears as though it is feeding time for Lionheart.
Erin Robbins: No, wait!
Twilight wiggles herself out of the grasp of Lionheart and falls to her feet just behind him. He turns around to face her only to be hit with a dropkick to the chest that stumbles him back a few steps. Lionheart kicks at the ropes and roars with anger as if feeling embarrassed. Twilight smirks at him, hopping down from the ring, collecting the microphone as she does. The crowd is eating the entire ordeal up at this point, not caring who kills who but calling for blood either way.
Sarah Twilight: You haven't seen what dangerous is…
The only words that come from her lips before she drops the microphone. She trades the mouthpiece for a steel folding chair as Lionheart paces back and forth in the ring, making more gestures at her in anger. Twilight smirks once again as she reaches into the ring, grabbing the fallen Brandon Stevens by his necktie and dragging him from the ring. Lionheart moves to head out after him, but Twilight swings the chair toward him, keeping him at bay.
Freddy Whoa: And now Sarah has hold of Lionheart's manager!
Erin Robbins: You can't say he doesn't deserve it…
Freddy Whoa: Oh absolutely not. Lionheart getting a taste of his own medicine at the moment. But what is going on inside of Sarah's sick and twisted mind right now?
Lionheart moves toward the other side of the ring to exit, but as he does, a barrage of security officials emerge from the back and enter the ring, surrounding him.
Freddy Whoa: Lionheart unable to get to Brandon Stevens and Twilight is now dragging him up the ramp. What does she have planned here?
Erin Robbins: I couldn't tell you. I do know that whatever it is, Brandon Stevens is in a WORLD of trouble at this point. The CEO undoubtedly having security handling Lionheart as she makes off with Stevens.
Lionheart begins violently dispatching the security personnel. However, by the time he clear them out, Twilight has already disappeared to the back with an unconscious Brandon Stevens captive. The Man Beast rushes out from the ring, leaving the battered security staff laid out and he rushes up the stage, toward the back looking for Twilight and Stevens.
Erin Robbins: Any misconceptions Lionheart had when it comes to Sarah Twilight have been shattered. She sent him a very VERY clear message. She is every bit as dangerous as any man on the roster...in fact, she might be even moreso.
Freddy Whoa: The way security rushed out here...as if on cue. I have to believe that this was Eric Price and Sarah Twilight responding to the subtle threats made by Lionheart on Twitter earlier this week. Lionheart has gotten the attention of Bravado...and Sarah Twilight definitely has Lionheart's attention right now…
A lightning bolt hits the stage exploding the stage in blue pyro as Lets Ride by Kid Rock fills the arena.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentleman this match is scheduled for one fall and is a three way dance, Making his way to the ring weighing in at 220 lbs, from Knoxville TN, THIS IS ACE LIGHTNING!
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.
Freddy Whoa: This poor kid drew Doc Henry last week and couldn't get out of the blocks, this week he is in there with something more his pace
Erin Robbins: Or he could actually be terrible and Doc just showed it last week
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.
Freddy Whoa: Well now we get to see if he has the guts to be here
He jumps back down and kneels in the center of the ring to await his opponent.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent
Hero(legion of doom remix) by Skillet hits, Eli the kid pops out from the ground and throws his hands up to the crowd
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 175 lbs, from Memphis TN, Eli The Kid
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.
Freddy Whoa: And yet another injustice walks to the ring, Eli Kid put up the fight of his life last week only for Jordan Caliban to crack him over the head with a chair
Erin Robbins: I may be breaking character here but this is one kid who looks ready for redemption tonight
He starts to pose for the audience. He drops back in the ring and turns around. He waits for his opponent.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, all I got to say is Whoa
Kyle Steel: And the final participant in this triple threat match
"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.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 275 lbs THE BEAST! TYLER WALKER!
Erin Robbins: And to end our trifecta of broken dreams, last weeks contender for the world heavyweight... Im sorry I can't say that seriously, bahaha
Freddy Whoa: Hey this guy did everything he could to take that opportunity last week
He slowly makes his way to the ring with a cocky smile on his face, bobbing his head to his music as he ignores the fans. When he hits the ring, he climbs on the apron, drops his jacket to ringside, and does a few body builder poses, as more white pyros blast off. He enters the ring through the ropes and removes his tank top and shades, throwing them to ringside before getting ready to fight.
Freddy Whoa: HERE WE GO Eli and and Ace go right after Walker
Eli and Ace don't miss a beat as the bell rings and both land a perfect super kick to the chin of the biggest man in the match, he drops to the mat face first
Erin Robbins: Scum bags, let the man prepare would yah! Jesus he hit the ground harder than Ric Flair
Eli The Kid swings a violent clothesline in the direction of Ace Lightning who almost matrix moves himself out of the way then rolls to a safer location, both men then face off, Ace walks up to Eli making fun of the height difference, Eli laughs it off and then headbutts Ace in the chest, he then leaps up into a hurricarana throwing Ace across the ring and into the turnbuckle, Eli spins backwards hitting the opposing buckle and sprints across the ring running up Ace Lightning and Round house kicks him on the side of the head
Freddy Whoa: HOLY CRAP!
Erin Robbins: Please my grandmother could hit harder
We can vaguely see in the corner of the screen Walker making his way to his feet, Eli runs back bouncing off the opposite corner again and then running up Ace one more time and diving with a corkscrew cross body to the outside of the ring landing square on Walker drawing a massive pop from the crowd
Crowd: ELI KID! ELI KID! OOOWWW!
Freddy Whoa: OH MY GOD! Folks you didn't see this but just off camera Walker just rolled through that cross body and pitched, do we have a replay, sweet watch this
Replay: We see Eli flying out over the top rope onto walker, what we missed was Walker rolling through the impact and dead lifting Eli kid up over his head, he then climbs to the top of the ring steps and pitches Eli into the 3rd row of the crowd
Erin Robbins: I think its safe to say the Beast is pissed
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Back to live action and Ace Lightning is trying to get to his feet in the ring, Walker is outside still posturing, Lightning signals sh! To the crowd then starts frantically running the ropes trying to get up all the momentum he can delivering a cannonball suicida through the middle ropes taking out walker, he rolls through and ends up half way up the ramp. At this point he does a few fake body building poses then runs down the ramp delivering a basement drop kick to Walkers head. He then rolls into the ring and orders the ref to count
Erin Robbins: Eli's still in the crowd and walker may have brain damage after the shots he has just taken
Freddy Whoa: Damn right, he even took a glancing blow from Ace's knee on that cannonball
Erin Robbins: We could get a count out win here Freddy
Walker manages to roll back in the ring breaking up the count
Erin Robbins: not even close
Ace panics realizing he is all alone with a bigger opponent and jumps on him before Walker can find a vertical base
Freddy Whoa: That's it Kid stay on him
Walker makes it too his knees and Ace rewards him with an onslaught of brutal kicks to the chest and then he runs the ropes delivering yet another dropkick to the face
Erin Robbins: AAAAANNNNDDDD concussion
Freddy Whoa: Wait Erin he's back!
Eli kid springs into the ring out of no where hitting Ace hard with a big cross body, he rolls off him and standing on Ace's chest delivers a standing moonsault
Freddy Whoa: Would you look at that!
Tyler Walker dead lifts Kid off the cover before the 3 and gut wrench power bombs Eli down on top of ace lightning
Erin Robbins: I'm sorry Freddy but WHOA!!!
Freddy Whoa: 2 for the price of one! Don't do that again, I told you before.
No they both kick out as the crowd applauds this display of styles.
Freddy Whoa: I told you these boys aren't holding back tonight.
Erin Robbins: In Walkers part job done, if he wins of course.
Walker sets both men up in the corner for running splashes, he hits Ace Lightning hard and bounces back going straight for Eli, HE MISSES!
Freddy Whoa: KID KICK.. PIN HIM KID!
Eli still feeling the effect of the match hesitates for just a second to check on his knee, he catches himself quick and scrambles for the pin
Erin Robbins: Where did that come from!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA JUST FREAKING WHOA!
Ace lightning had come off the top rope just in time with his patented corkscrew swanton bomb to break up the 3, he kicks walker out of the ring and Grabs kid putting him on his knees and kicking him hard in the stomach. He then places himself behind Eli and leaps into the air delivering a brutal Pele kick to the top of Eli's head.
Erin Robbins: No! Eli sidesteps it!
Ace turns into the ELI'S FACECRUSHER from Eli! Eli then pins Ace.
Freddy Whoa: There it is! Eli the Kid picks up the win!
The ref raises Eli's arm in the air as we go to commercial.
We cut backstage as we see ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson making his way down the corridor, he turns the corner and bumps into EPPW Owner, CIO, Chairman of the Board and United States, Elite, and Internet Champion, Eric Price.
Eric Price: Hey, watch where you’re walking rookie!
Matthew Robinson: Sorry man, I didn’t see you…
Eric Price: Don’t worry about it…hey…you’re Matthew Robinson aren’t you? The guy whose wife was kidnapped by that no good Lionheart?
Matthew Robinson: Yeah that’s me, you’re Eric Price…the guy who offered his help. I’ve been meaning to thank you for that by the way…
Eric Price: Hey, don’t mention it…some may think I say those words just because I’m your boss and to protect myself legally but honestly…kidnapping someone’s wife, especially when she’s heavily pregnant is unacceptable! Speaking about this cretin, it seems like he’s threatening my wedding ceremony next week between me and my lovely fiancée Sarah Twilight!
Matthew Robinson: Somehow I don’t think he’s got his focus on you at all…he barely knows you or Sarah…it’s different between me, him, my wife and Seifer…he’s just trying to scare you…trust me, you’ve got nothing to worry about…
Eric Price: Whether or not it was an empty threat, the fact remains that he threatened me and my future wife so he’d best watch his step! In fact, when War comes along, I’ll have my revenge. You wouldn’t be familiar with the match but it involves every single active member of this roster, he won’t know what hit him when he finds himself in the ring with me and then I’ll go onto win the match and the next title you’ll see around my waist…oh yeah…it will be the EPPW World Heavyweight Championship!
Matthew Robinson: You can do whatever the Hell you want to Lionheart when that match comes along Eric…but rest assured…winning that match won’t be as easy to win as you may think…
Robinson then brushes past Price who turns to watch him leave before turning back to the camera chuckling slightly before walking off of camera.
Kyle Steel: The Following Contest is scheduled for one fall.
Scary Children Asylum as Adam Young leads Pepper towards the ring.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring accompanied by Adam Young, From the Asylum in Big Spring,TX 325lbs. PEPPER.
Pepper starts yelling at the fans as they throw trash at him. Pepper climbs over the top rope. Adam has to keep Pepper back until the bell rings.
Freddy Whoa: boy does Pepper Look Menacing.
Erin Robbins: Well Havok looks to be in for a fight tonight.
the lights go out in the arena and the Micheal Myers theme Hits.
Kyle Steel: Making his way weighing in at 290 lbs THE INSANE ONE HAVOK.
just as Kyle steel Announces his name lights come back up and Adam young is knock to the floor and Havok is on Pepper as the ref rings the bell to start the match.
Freddy Whoa: what a Cheep sneak attack by Havok.
Erin Robbins: hey the guys gonna do what he has to win.
Havok is nailing Pepper left and right like theirs no tomorrow Havok Whips Pepper into the ropes and hits him with a side walk Slam and goes for the pin,
Freddy Whoa: Close but no cigar Havok.
Erin Robbins: cheep line Freddy.
Havok backing the official up screaming That was 3 over and over, Havok turns around into a big boot From Pepper who goes for the Pin.
Freddy Whoa: OH so close
Erin Robbins: come Freddy u can think of better ones then that
Pepper right back on Havok, stomping every limb of Havoks and Havok winches in pain from every shot Pepper goes for the pin again.
Freddy Whoa: another kick out by Havok.
Erin Robbins: Havok still has fight in him.
Pepper Backs the ref up and yelling him at this time Havok gets up and hits Pepper in the back of the head with a double Axe Handle Pepper is stunned Havok Runs and hits him with a running bulldog.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa Havok has taken Control of the match.
Erin Robbins: Havok is looking to finish him here.
Pepper gets up slowly Havok is back on him hitting him with a side walk slam, the Havok picks Pepper up and sets Pepper up in the corner. Havok Has Pepper stunned in the corner He nails him with a clothesline splash in the corner the bounces off and hits Pepper with a big boot at this time Adam Young gets on the apron only to be knocked off with a big boot.
Freddy Whoa: And Down goes Adam Young down goes Adam Young.
As Pepper gets back up Havok kicks him in the gut and hooks him up and nails the Payback.
Freddy Whoa: Havok with his patented Payback to Pepper.
Erin Robbins: that's got to be the end now.
Havok goes for the pin.
Micheal Myers theme hits and the lights goes out.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner by pin fall THE INSANE ONE HAVOK.
Freddy Whoa: and Havok has won his first match in WCF what a win for this youngster.
Erin Robbins: Now if only we could see whats going on.
the lights come back up and Havok is no where to be found.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA where's the insane one.
Erin Robbins: Who knows that guy is a insane one indeed.
The scene opens backstage in one of the many locker rooms that were occupied. The door is open a crack and we see Denise sitting with Night Rider and Oblivion after the cat fight between her and Ana Valentine. Denise sits with an ice pack on her cheek, with her feet propped up. She leans against the lockers and sighs.
Denise: Why in the hell did you pull me away from her? I wanted her head, and I almost had it!
Night Rider: To be fair I wasn't the only one trying to separate you two.
Denise D'Evil: I know, but she knows this isn't over.
Oblivion: Let her think she's won for now, and then we'll get her for the attack on you.
Denise D'Evil: I appreciate that, but I've put out the challenge and I'm not going to stop until I get that bounty. They want her gone then I will do whatever has to be done.
Denise flinches as pain surges through her once again, and sighs knowing that the bruise would be gone by the morning, but for now it had swollen up pretty bad.
Night Rider: Are you sure you're all right? I mean it looks really bad.
Denise D'Evil: I'll live. But she won't much longer.
Oblivion: You should have let Denise take Ana out, instead of pulling them apart. She would have been one less victim we would have in front of us.
Night Rider: Don't worry about that. You'll get your chance at Ana again soon enough.
Denise D'Evil: I know. This little bounty run is far from over. If I have to face her in the ring to get what I want then so be it. I'll be patient and wait for my chance, but not long.
The three of them start discussing plans on what to do, as Denise removes the bag of ice from her face. Like a miracle the swelling had gone down quickly, and started to turn back to it's normal color. Denise gets to her feet, and starts to pace as the scene fades to black.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
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. 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.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Griffen, Georgia, he is Doc “The Cock” Henry!
Erin Robbins: This guy is a disgrace to the company. He shouldn’t be a part of EPPW.
Freddy Whoa: Oh, I don’t know, Erin! He’s been a part of this organization for several years now, and he’s a former United States Champion, Tag Team Champion, and Hardcore Champion.
Erin Robbins: Big Whoop.
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.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent, “The Cold Blooded” TEK!
Freddy Whoa: Now Tek isn’t as large as Doc Henry, but he could realistically outpace the high flying Southerner here.
Erin Robbins: Now… That might be the first thing you’ve said right since you signed with this company.
Freddy Whoa: Shut up, Erin.
< DING-DING-DING! >
Tek goes dashing forward before the echo of the bell even fades from the arena, but Doc is ready for him and catches him with a hard right, knocking Tek to the ground from his momentum. Tek pops right back up, and Doc levels him with another right hand, then a third, and drops down for a quick cover.
Kickout by Tek, and Doc pops back up, Tek getting to his feet the same way. Doc hits the ropes and Tek drops down, forcing Doc to leapfrog over, but as he tries to, Tek trips him, causing Doc to hit the mat face first, and that allows Tek to spring up. The Cold Blooded One bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow to Doc’s back, and flips him on his back for a cover.
Doc powers out, and Tek pops back up to his feet, with The Cock doing the same. Tek grabs him, and the two lock up, with Doc backing Tek into a corner, but as the ref starts the count, Doc backs away almost immediately, but then catches Tek with a right to the head, and a second before going running across the ring, bouncing off the ropes, and going for a splash in the corner. Tek ducks at the last minute and rolls Henry up for a pin from behind, using the bottom rope for additional leverage.
Doc powers out, and Tek springs to his feet with Doc not far behind.
Erin Robbins: Very fast-paced matchup to start, but it looks as if both men are evenly matched for speed right here.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, but it all depends on who can keep up this pace longer, and how long this keeps up, really.
Doc and Tek circle each other, both seeming to take a few seconds to breathe before Doc moves in with a clothesline attempt. Tek ducks it, but Doc is ready, and as Tek spins around, Doc catches him with an elbow before bouncing off the ropes, and on the rebound, Tek catches him with a spinning heel kick. Doc hits the mat and springs up, but Tek goes on the offense and grabs him, spinning him and dropping him with a neckbreaker. Tek pins.
Doc kicks out, shoving Tek off of him, but Tek grabs him and pins him again.
Doc powers out again, and grabs Tek, hitting him with several hard right hand shots to the face. He gets to his feet as Tek staggers back, and Doc goes to clothesline him over the top rope. Tek lands on the floor outside the ring, and Tek rolls back into the ring when the lights go out.
Erin Robbins: Not again!
Freddy Whoa: I thought Seth took care of this problem!?!
The jumbotron glows with big letters…
THE NEW ERA OF GREATNESS
The words fade.
THE ONLY ONE
The lights come back on, and both Tek and Doc Henry are out cold in the middle of the ring, with a hooded figure jumping the barricade and running back up through the crowd, and Tek is knocked out, pinning Doc Henry!
Erin Robbins: What in the hell is this!? This Means War? Is that like... This_Means_War?
Freddy Whoa: Last time something like this happened, well... you remember. It was Torture. Could it be?
Neither of the announcers seems to notice the hooded figure, however, and he manages to escape up the steps until he's at the top, when a security guard grabs him.
NO! KICKOUT BY DOC HENRY!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! I THOUGHT DOC WAS DONE!!
Erin Robbins: Okay, I’ll give him credit for kicking out there; so did I.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! LOOK! Up in the crowd! A security guard has that hooded man!
Erin Robbins: Good! We get to see behind those cryptic messages!
Doc shoves Tek off of him, and the ref starts a ten-count for both men who are down. Up in the crowd, the security guard pulls back the hood to reveal...
A MASK! The man under the hood has a black ski mask with gray lines that look like a pattern of dark gray lightning bolts! The figure catches the guard in the gut with an elbow, and then drops him with a clothesline before bolting out of the arena! Back in the ring, both men are still down.
Erin Robbins: Both men stirring, but who will get back to their feet first, or at all?
Freddy Whoa: Doc almost to his feet, and Tek pulling himself up with the ropes, this’ll be close.
NO! Both men get to their feet, just barely in time!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! That was close!
Erin Robbins: It really was, but both of these competitors look exhausted. This is anyone’s match right now.
Tek takes a wild swing at Doc, who ducks it...
Doc falls on top and pins Tek.
Freddy Whoa: Aanndd this is it! Doc Henry picks up another victory going into War.
Doc's music hits as he gets his arm raised by the referee.
We see Seth Lerch pacing back and forth in the office. His 'son' Shane is sitting on the desk.
Seth Lerch: How the hell is this possible? There has got to be results.
Shane Lerch: Right here.
Shane takes out a piece of paper. Seth reads it. The results seemed legitimate.
Seth Lerch: That's impossible! I'm too young to be a dad!
Shane Lerch: Sorry, but you are the father.
Seth looks at Shane.
Seth Lerch: Call your 'mother'. I'd like to have a word with her.
Shane shrugs as he takes out his cellphone and dials a number.
Shane Lerch: Hey, mom. Yeah. Dad wants to see you. Yeah. He's not too happy one bit.
Seth Lerch: You're damn right I ain't!
Shane Lerch: Yeah. Next week? Right. Bye mom.
Seth Lerch: Well?
Shane Lerch: She says that she'll be here next week. She's in Toronto fighting a bear.
Seth looks as if his brain had stopped working at this point. Shane jumps and lies on the couch casually.
Shane Lerch: I wonder what's on Slam.
He turns on the TV, which switches to Slam.
Freddy Whoa: Our next match will be Logan verses Deuce Maximus.
Erin Robbins: They have been having quite an interesting banter between them two. And Logan...
Freddy Whoa: What can we say about an WCF Legend and Hall of Famer such as Logan. Kyle Steel is ready with the introductions.
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.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... From Mobile, Alabama... Weighing in at 220 pounds... this is... MY-Y-YSTI-I-IC DUECE MA-A-AXI-IMU-US-S!!
Deuce Maximus 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.
Erin Robbins: Now, we wait....
Freddy Whoa: For what?!
Erin Robbins: For Logan...
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.
Kyle Steel: His opponent from Chesapeake, Virginia
Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eying 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 music stops...
Both Logan and Deuce Maximus circle the ring, as Logan strongly, with extreme intent of causing bodily harm, stares at his opponent.
Erin Robbins: Both men collide and lock up with a collar and elbow tie up.
Freddy Whoa: Japanese arm drag by Logan.
As Deuce stays down onto the match, Logan dips down with his hands on the front of his thighs and stares at Deuce Maximus.
Logan: You're a boudle.
Logan turns around and with his hands on the top rope he screams at the crowd....
Logan: HE'S A BOUDLE!!
Some of the crowd boos, as some of the crowd begins to chant...
Crowd: YOU'RE A BOUDLE!! <clap-clap clap-clap-clap> YOU'RE A BOUDLE!! <clap-clap clap-clap-clap> YOU'RE A BOUDLE!! <clap-clap clap-clap-clap> YOU'RE A BOUDLE!!
Erin Robbins: HA!! They're calling Deuce Maximus a boudle.
Freddy Whoa: It IS possible that they are calling LOGAN a boudle.
Erin Robbins: NEVER!!!
Deuce Maximus stands back up and they go back into a quick collar and elbow tie up.
Freddy Whoa: They're measuring up each other. Deuce Maximus pushes Logan away from him.
Logan charges back at Maximus...
Erin Robbins: Standing dropkick!!
Erin Robbins: Another standing dropkick!!
Freddy Whoa: Logan swatted Deuce Maximus out of the way.
Logan sneers at Maximus as he picks him up....
...to quickly drop Deuce Maximus back down to the mat.
Erin Robbins: That was a very nasty DDT there on 'Mythic' Deuce Maximus.
Logan motions the referee...
Erin Robbins: Logan is going for the pin!!
Stanley Moser slides into position.
Freddy Whoa: That's one!!
Erin Robbins: That's two. This could be the end, for Deuce Maximus!
The hand of the referee comes flying down towards the mat...
Crowd: THREE-EE!! NO-O-O-O!!
Logan: WHAT?! You've gotta be kidding me!!
Logan stands up and gets in the face of the referee.
Logan: You've got to be the biggest boudle I have ever seen. That was clearly a three count!!
Logan chest bumps Stanley Moser, trying to intimidate the referee. That infuriates Moser. The referee points to his shirt.
Stanley Moser: What is your major malfunction there boy?! I'm an WCF official!! You touch me one more time and I will disqualify your ass quicker than you can say...
Logan turns around...
Freddy Whoa: Standing dropkick on Logan.
Logan stumbles back and bounces off the ropes. Maximus grabs Logan spins him around, so Logan is looking up at the lights....
Erin Robbins: Reverse DDT!
Logan lands hard on to the mat with a sickening thud. Deuce Maximus drops an elbow on his opponent.
Freddy Whoa: Deuce Maximus is making a pin attempt!!
The referee slides into position.
Crowd: THREE!! NO-O-O-O!!
The crowd groans with disappointment.
Crowd: LET'S GO DEUCE!! LET'S GO DEUCE!! LET'S GO DEUCE!!
Deuce grabs Logan and tosses him into the ropes.
Erin Robbins: Deuce Maximus bounces off the ropes.
Logan comes charging from the opposite end, of the ring...
Deuce Maximus: ARRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!
Freddy Whoa: Logan is leveled with a running high knee to the side of the head!!
Erin Robbins: looks like Deuce Maximus is going for the pin, once again.
Freddy Whoa: NO!!
Maximus turns Logan over...
Erin Robbins: STF!!
Logan's facial expression is very animated as The Mayor of Connector City screams out....
Logan desperately flails his arms around trying to grab for something... anything.
Freddy Whoa: Logan is barely a fingertip away from the bottom ring rope.
Stanley Moser: What will it be Logan? Are you willing to call it a night? You want to submit?
Logan continues to slowly scratch and claw towards the bottom ring rope. Logan screams out of desperation...
Deuce Maximus: SCREAM LOGAN!! SCREA-EA-EAMMM!!
Logan grabs a hold of the bottom ring.
Logan: Get him back... you damn boudle!! GET HIM OFF OF ME-E-E-E!!!
Stanley Moser: That's it Maximus relinquish the hold.
Maximus let's go of the STF, but grabs for Logan's right leg and pulls him away from the ropes. The crowd erupts with cheers. Deuce slwoly backs away, but approaches Logan...
Deuce Maximus: AHHH-H-H-H-H!!
Erin Robbins: Logan kicks Deuce Maximus' right knee, causing him to stumble around.
Logan quickly stands up, but show the signs of being in the STF.
Freddy Whoa: European uppercut!!
Maximus stumbles back...
Erin Robbins: Enzuigiri!!!
That head shot causes Maximus to fall down to one knee...
Freddy Whoa: Neckbreaker!!
Logan quickly goes to cover his opponent.
Without showing any facial expression or saying anything Logan just stands up and begins to circle around Deuce Maximus, with his arms outward.
Erin Robbins: Logan thinks it's time to end this...
Maximus stands up, wobbling around.
Freddy Whoa: Logan catches Deuce Maximus in a sleeper hold!!
Erin Robbins: WAIT! NO! Deuce escapes!
Deuce escapes the Sleeper, elbowing his way out of it. Logan is dazed... AND DEUCE MAXIMUS SLAPS THE TASTE RIGHT OUT OF LOGAN'S MOUTH!
Freddy Whoa: DAMN! What a slap! What disrespect!
Erin Robbins: I've NEVER seen someone slap Mr. WCF like that!
Logan's eyes flare up as he's more shocked than hurt. He angrily Clotheslines Deuce down. Deuce gets right back up but Logan catches him in the Sleeper again.
Freddy Whoa: Here we go.
Logan then jumps in the air and flips over Maximus' shoulder while still applying the hold.
Logan snaps Deuce Maximus' neck violently forward while landing in a sitting position.
Erin Robbins: CONNECTOR!!
Freddy Whoa: Deuce Maximus is NOT moving!!
Logan slides into position for the pin...
[DING! DING! DING!]
Kyle Steel: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH... LO-O-O-OGA-A-A-AAN!!!
Freddy Whoa: What a hard fought match by both men!
Erin Robbins: Deuce fought valiantly out of that Connector, but Deuce's Slap Heard Round the World may've cost him the match in the long run.
We cut backstage to the executive offices of Eric Price and Sarah Twilight. The two of them are in the middle of what appears to be a heated conversation.
Eric Price: What the hell are you thinking? Lionheart?! We have a wedding next week, you are not supposed to be competing!
Sarah Twilight: Don't you fucking DARE talk to me about what I'm thinking. What the fuck are YOU thinking? You have no fucking spine. You conjure up this stupid idea to draw WAR entrants to appease the sheep ... and yet when it comes to taking up a fight, you're a pussy.
Eric Price: I have been doing what is best for business. Can we say the same for you?
Sarah scowls at him. Her eyes glaring in anger.
Sarah Twilight: You want this 'precious' ceremony to go how you envision it? Then you DO something to ensure that happens. I don't know about you Eric, but I am here to fight and compete. I took that match against the fucking rookie so that YOU could have your 'wonderful' night.
Eric appears speechless. It takes him a moment ... but he manages to choke out some words.
Eric Price: Y ... you're doing this for ... me? For ... us?
Sarah nods her head, almost disgusted with hm at this point for getting choked up.
Sarah Twilight: I am going to make sure everything goes EXACTLY the way it should.
She shakes her head at Eric as she walks out of the room, harshly closing the door behind her. As she leaves, a single tear rolls down Eric's cheek as he clasps his hands together as he looks above.
Eric Price: I knew it. I knew she loved me! Oh thank you. Yes! Yes! Thank you!
We return to ringside.
An entrance starts with the sound of the synth slowly filling the arena and the lights go purple, the synth builds for about 25 seconds until the Vocals in the song kicks in with “CAN I SCREAM” and then the song goes from electric to hardcore punk for a few seconds and at the point out comes Jordan Caliban. He stands at the top of the ramp crosses his feet and drops down into a cross legged sitting position soaking in the crowd and then as if from nowhere Caliban reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a black and orange mask, he pulls it on and letting the song calm down.
Freddy Whoa: And here comes the challenger Jordan Caliban.
Erin Robbins: Yes but look at that mask he has on, interesting design I must say.
As the song goes back to a less heavy level, Caliban using only his feet rises up to a standing position again and makes his way to the ring. He is basically bouncing as he makes his way from the stage singing along with his own theme song and getting in the face of the crowd, the song speeds up again and Caliban runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first followed by a quick kip up into a standing corkscrew back flip landing back on his feet he perches himself on the top rope and waits for his opponent.
Freddy Whoa: And Jordan Caliban looks to be ready for his title match here this evening. He earned this shot after last week defeating Eli the Kid although we found out later that Eric Price had forced Caliban to put his career on the line behind the scenes.
Erin Robbins: Proper motivation by our magnanimous chairman!
Freddy Whoa: Ready for the fight though as I have to think that’s his war face he has on right now to show Eric Price that he’s ready to take everything he can dish out.
“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell starts playing over the speaker system of the Rupp Arena as the audience immediately gets to its feet with loud boos and a gold spotlight appears over the stage. Eric Price appears at the top of the stage, the US Title around his shoulder and the Elite and Internet Titles around his waist! He takes in the atmosphere and starts walking down the ring rather arrogantly looking down on the audience.
Freddy Whoa: And here comes the chairman of the board who looks so proud of himself here, after making his challenger risk his career in a supposed bid to motivate him.
Erin Robbins: Are you trying to insinuate that he would have an ulterior motive for challenging the new talent to better themselves because I would seriously hate to think that you would speak ill of our boss.
Freddy Whoa: I’m simply telling it like it is.
Eric Price steps into the ring simply grinning ear to ear at his challenger as he takes off the Internet Title and shows it off the crowd booing crowd along with his US Title and the Elite title still around his waist. He hands the US and Elite titles to a stage hand and hands off the Internet Title to the referee and demands a microphone.
Eric Price: Now Mr. Caliban, I see you’re ready to fight here but I thought about your request … you asked me if I would make this a no disqualification match. And after careful consideration and thinking about what is best in the interest of fairness … I’ve decided that the answer is … NO!
Eric grins even more to a booing audience as Caliban just shakes his head at him.
Erin Robbins: That’s our chairman, always exemplifying fair leadership.
Freddy Whoa: He said no however.
Erin Robbins: He thought about it and it was his prerogative to decline the option, which he did.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EPPW Internet Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, standing at 6’ 2” tall, weighing in at 195 lbs., from Northern Ireland, he is … JORDAN CALIBAN!
Crowd gives a mixed reaction although mostly cheers
Kyle Steel: And his opponent … standing at 6’ 4” tall, weighing in at 245 lbs., he is the EPPW Owner, Chairman of the Board, and CIO as well as the EPPW US, Elite, and Internet Champion … he is … ERIC PRICE!
Crowd boos loudly as Eric simply gives an evil smile toward the crowd
Freddy Whoa: And these two men ready to get it on here as the Internet Title is on the line! A lot of words have been exchanged between these two but the time for talking is over, it’s go time!
Erin Robbins: On that note, the referee raising the title, presenting it to both combatants and here we go!
Freddy Whoa: Both men circling now and they decide to approach each other and Price slaps Caliban right across the face as he laughs at him.
Erin Robbins: That’s right boss, you show him that confidence.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t know if that was such a smart idea. And Caliban is not going to take it though and quickly follows up with a DDT!
Erin Robbins: Wow, this early into the matchup and cover!
Freddy Whoa: But a kickout from Eric Price. Looks like Caliban wanted to end this matchup quickly and get that title in his possession but Price isn’t going to give it up that easily either.
As Price is down from the DDT and looks almost out, Caliban decides to go up to the top rope to try for a Swan Dive Headbutt.
Freddy Whoa: And looks like Caliban is going to up high here, taking a risk this early in the match, I’m not too sure. The crowd behind him solidly as he dons his warrior regalia with that mask although I have to believe that may be more because he’s against a despot like Eric Price!
Crowd: Let’s go Caliban! Let’s go Caliban! Let’s go Caliban!
Erin Robbins: And he connects with a frog splash on Price but can he take advantage. Caliban rolls over and cover!
Freddy Whoa: And no, Price kicks out. Caliban looking to put Price away very early in this match up as Price is still kind of out of it.
Price slowly gets up and goes to the corner of the ring. Look of surprise on his face. He decides to step out of the ring to take a breather.
Erin Robbins: That’s right boss, take a breather!
Freddy Whoa: The ref starting his count.
Freddy Whoa: But I don’t think Caliban is going to put up with any of Price’s antics here tonight. Price is taunting the crowd here but he has his attention away from the match as the referee continues to count.
Erin Robbins: But Caliban is now on the top turnbuckle, he’s climbed up and he’s going for OUTGOING here! This could be costly!
Freddy Whoa: Price just turning around but too late as Caliban nails the OUTGOING right on Price. Both men down now outside the ring as the referee is looking at the carnage right now and restarts his count. That was impressive however!
Erin Robbins: Caliban taking a high risk move and although it hurt both men, it seemed to hurt Price more. As Caliban is starting to regroup here, he grabs Price and throws him back in the ring. Caliban slides back in and cover on Price.
Freddy Whoa: And Price barely kicks out of that one. Caliban definitely is taking it to Price here tonight so far; guess the rookie isn’t such a rookie although I think Price still underestimates Caliban.
Erin Robbins: He’s still just a new guy, big deal, he got a few lucky shots but our dear leader will regroup! Although look at that look on Caliban’s face, he seems to be thoroughly enjoying the pain he’s causing Price thus far … almost like he’s deriving pleasure from it, I don’t know if this guy’s table Freddy!
Freddy Whoa: Price is still down right now as Caliban is getting up, he’s grabbing Price by the head and is applying a neck lock to him. He’s really trying to wear Price down here. I wouldn’t worry about his stability though, Price did talk a lot of trash to him so he’s just letting out his frustration here really.
Erin Robbins: And Price appears to slowly be fading. Look at his face, it’s almost purple. The referee now checking on him.
Freddy Whoa: Lifting his arm and no, Price is still in this! He’s hanging on here. Elbow to Caliban, and another elbow to the gut of Caliban here as he’s forced to break the hold. Price dragging himself as fast as he can to the ropes for leverage.
Erin Robbins: And Price now getting himself up as Caliban looks to be on the attack. He goes after Price but oh no, Price lowers the ropes and Caliban goes over. And now a smirk on the face of Price.
Price raises his hand with a smirk on his face here as Caliban is down on the outside.
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Freddy Whoa: Price’s smirk remains although .. .OH MY GOD!
Erin Robbins: Price flipping the bird to the crowd here … he’s showing them that they’re worthless trash!
Erin Robbins: I think Price is really letting the crowd get to him. He needs to ignore their disrespectful behavior and focus on this matchup.
Freddy Whoa: Caliban regrouping and he’s back in the ring. Price now stomping Caliban in the gut over and over trying to wear him down as he has not been able to get any offense in until this point in the matchup. Price really taking the wind out of Caliban here and looks like he’s grabbing his legs and he wants to set him up for the sharpshooter.
Erin Robbins: But Caliban knows it’s coming, he’s fighting back and manages to kick Price away toward the ropes. Price coming back however and grabbing the legs again, Price kicks Caliban in the gut this time and turns him around and sharpshooter is now locked in on Caliban.
Freddy Whoa: Caliban in tremendous pain here but he manages to get to the bottom rope. Referee instructing Price to break the hold here.
Referee: 1. 2. 3. 4.
Freddy Whoa: And Price breaks the hold just barely before a count of 5, maybe he’s trying to DQ himself.
Erin Robbins: He’s simply using the rules to his advantage. Our boss does not operate that way, he will defend that title with honor and integrity!
Freddy Whoa: Caliban recovering here as the referee forces Price to step back. Caliban is getting up and Price is trying to sneak by but Caliban meets him first with a hit right to the face. Price responds with another strike to Caliban’s face. These men trading blows here, one after the other and it looks like Caliban is getting the upper hand here. And Price is now almost out of it. Caliban grabs Price and bam, DDT, nails another DDT on Eric Price.
Erin Robbins: Cover!
Freddy Whoa: And Eric Price barely managing to get his shoulder up. What a close combat this has been thus far, many near falls and both men really pushing themselves here.
Erin Robbins: Price really being pushed to his limit.
Freddy Whoa: Yes, but Caliban is showing why he should be taken seriously and that he’s not a mere rookie clearly.
Erin Robbins: Caliban going to the top rope here, he’s calling for it! He’s going to finish off Eric Price, come on boss move out of the way!
Freddy Whoa: And here it comes … the CALIBOOM! The splash connects against Eric Price and here we go, COVER! NEW INTERNET CHAMPION!
Freddy Whoa: YES, HE DID IT! HE DID IT!
Crowd cheers loudly as the referee goes over to retrieve the EPPW Internet Title to hand it to Jordan Caliban
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and NEW EPPW Internet Champion … JORDAN CALIBAN!
Erin Robbins: THIS IS NOT RIGHT!
Freddy Whoa: Unbelievable, the rookie beat the former World Champion and our boss in what has got to be a huge upset not only netting a victory against Eric Price but also taking one of his titles, the EPPW Internet Title and Jordan Caliban has got to be very proud here. He put on his war gear, he got ready for the fight and he did exactly what he said he was going to do, he beat Price and now Price is going to have to eat his words.
Erin Robbins: Caliban on the top rope celebrating as Price is making his way to the back here, looking completely distraught but Caliban earned the victory I suppose. I don’t like it but it was a huge upset.
Freddy Whoa: Congratulations to the new Internet Champion, great success in this man’s future for sure!
Logan is walking backstage, heading to his lockerroom shortly after his hard fought match. He turns the corner and walks into none other than Seth Lerch. The crowd buzzes as Seth turns, and Logan and Seth's eyes meet.
Freddy Whoa: Very tense. These two aren't feuding or anything, but still, very tense situation, just based off of their history.
Erin Robbins: Logan is a Hall of Famer and he has more history with Seth Lerch than just about anyone else. He's Mr. WCF, and Seth is the man that created the company, so.. y'know.
Logan: Gonna say something?
Seth Lerch: Well-
Logan: SHUT UP!
The crowd pops big time! Seth has been on the receiving end of about a billion SHUT UPs in his lifetime, so he's unphased.
Seth Lerch: Ha... ha. Very funny. I'm glad I ran into you though, we haven't really talked much since you came back. So, uh, how are... things?... I've got a son now.
This is about as awkward as someone running into an ex girlfriend, several years later.
Logan: How are things!?
Logan.. actually smiles.
Logan: Things are great, Seth.
Seth raises an eyebrow.
Logan: War is right around the corner, Seth. War is MY match. I'm a two time War winner.
Seth Lerch: Uh, three times, actually. You won War IX.
Logan doesn't seem to remember War IX at the moment, but he ignores it and continues.
Logan: War is MY match. And whether you've got me teaming with dudes like Deuce Maximus or fighting them, or Sarah Twilight, or anyone... War is where everyone is on an equal playing field. You and Torture can't call the shots there.
Seth is.. confused.
Logan: I haven't been raising hell, Seth, because I've been waiting for this moment. Waiting for War. I don't need to attack the World Champion, I don't need to fight for belts, I don't need to do anything except wait. Wait for War, where I will do.. WHAT I GOTTA DO..
The fans say it with him.
Logan: TO GET.. TO THE TOP!
With that, Logan walks away, leaving Seth a bit perplexed.
We come back from commercial as a flashy graphic pops up on the screen informing us that the next match is going to be for the EPPW Television Title. We then cut to Erin Robbins and Freddy Whoa at the announce table as Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai fades out in the background.
Erin Robbins: And we're set to see the Television Champion John Barber defend the belt against The Death Bringer Denise D'evil!
Freddy Whoa: Woo!
Erin Robbins: Woo?
Freddy Whoa: What? I'm trying something new.
Erin Robbins: Moving on!
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 by Alex C & Yasmin K. begins to play, as the sound of a whinnying 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.
Erin Robbins: I don't know if I've mentioned this, but this is one heck of an entrance. Fireballs and horses? Yes please!
Freddy Whoa: I wonder who has to clean up the poop?
Erin Robbins: Seriously? All this cool stuff going on and you're wondering about the poop removal?
Freddy Whoa: Hey I like these shoes! I don't need to step in some horse poop when I leave here tonight.
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 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.
Erin Robbins: And here comes the Television Champion. His entrance might not be flashy, but oh my does he ever look good in those jeans.
Freddy Whoa: You know, I seem to recall another female announcer who had a crush on the wre-
Erin Robbins: Finish that thought and I'll claw your eyes out.
Freddy Whoa: What a cool belt buckle!
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. After a few seconds, he hops down and walks across the ring and leans against the turnbuckles as he waits for the match to begin.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EPPW Television Title! Introducing first to my left, the challenger. Weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty eight pounds, from Sleepy Hollow, New York, she is The Death Bringer Denise D'Evil!
There's a pop from the crowd as D'Evil stares down Barber from her corner.
Kyle Steel: And introducing her opponent. Standing to my right, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds, from Miami, Florida, he is the reigning EPPW Television Champion, The Florida Cracker John Barber!
A pop for the champion as he hands the Television Title off to the referee. He holds the title up in the air for D'Evil and the crowd to see before handing it off to a ringside official. The referee now signaling for the bell and this match is underway.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Barber and Denise meet up in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie-up. Barber transitions it into a side headlock, torquing the neck as Denise tries to fight out of it. Denise with an elbow to the side and is able to get enough space between the two to slip out of the headlock. She tries to go for a german suplex but Barber blocks it with his foot and then reverses it into a german suplex attempt of his own. It's Denise's turn to block it with her foot. Denise now with an elbow to the face before taking Barber to the mat with a snapmare. Denise staying right on Barber as she keeps him down on the mat with a reverse chinlock.
Erin Robbins: And it's just been back and forth between these two since the bell rang.
Freddy Whoa: Well we should have expected it from these two seeing as how both are known for their technical ability. Barber might weigh twice as much as D'Evil but her crafty ways are going to keep her in this match.
Denise keeps a tight grip on Barber as he slowly pushes himself up to a standing position. Denise now jumping up and wrapping her legs around Barber's midsection as she turns the reverse chinlock to a sleeper hold. Barber stays up on his feet as he stumbles into the corner, backing Denise into the turnbuckles. Denise hangs on but Barber backs her into the turnbuckles a second time, this time a bit harder, and she falls off his back. Barber now backing into her and he throws an elbow into her face. Barber now with a second elbow before he heeds the referee's count and steps away. Denise starts to come out of the corner when Barber runs straight at her and drops her to the mat with a running forearm smash. Barber quickly hooks the leg for a pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: And D'Evil gets the shoulder up at the count of one. This action has been back and forth, neither one of these two willing to let the other get any momentum going.
Freddy Whoa: I like it!
Barber up to his feet, pulling Denise up along with him. Barber quickly pulls her in for a suplex attempt but Denise blocks it. Denise now trying for a suplex of her own but Barber is able to slip out and land behind her. Barber now with an atomic drop before he spins her around and drops her to the mat with a clothesline.
Erin Robbins: What a clothesline!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Erin Robbins: Back to the tried and true?
Freddy Whoa: What can I say? It works!
Denise rolls on the mat and gets right back up to her feet but Barber is on her, lifting her up and dropping her with a backbreaker. Barber again with a pin attempt.
Once again it's Denise kicking out at the count of one. Barber back up to his feet as he allows Denise to push herself up to her feet. Barber now behind her and he tries for a belly to back suplex but Denise fights out of it with an elbow. Denise now shooting Barber into the ropes, running after him as soon as she lets go. Barber hits the ropes and comes back right into a running clothesline from Denise. Down goes Barber as Denise quickly drops an elbow to the chest. Denise with the pin attempt.
Barber shoves her off at one and tries to get back up to his feet but Denise quickly rolls him up with a school boy.
Again Barber shoves her off at one. Both right back up to their feet and they tie up. Barber gets control and whips Denise into the corner before charging at her, trying for a running forearm. Denise ducks out of the way and Barber crashes into the turnbuckles. Denise now with forearm shots to the back of Barber as the referee starts a five count. He gets to four and Denise backs up as Barber turns himself around in the corner holding his chest. Barber now coming out of the corner and Denise tries to catch him off guard with a roundhouse kick but Barber ducks it. Barber now quickly snapping off a German Suplex and he bridges it for a pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: And Denise grabs the ropes!
Indeed Denise does grab hold of the bottom rope and the referee is forced to stop the count. Barber lets go of her and gets back up to his feet as Denise pulls herself out of the ring and onto the apron to catch her breath. Barber marches right over to the ropes and pulls her up to her feet as the referee starts a five count. Barber now trying to drag her back into the ring but Denise grabs hold of the ropes. The referee gets to four and Barber has to let her go but Denise catches him with a right hand. Denise now with a headlock, dragging Barber's face along the top rope before letting him fall to the mat. She enters the ring and tries for the pin.
Barber with the shoulder up at one and a half as Denise rolls off of him and gets to her feet. Barber pushes himself up and Denise moves in to try and pull him in for the There Can Be Only One. Barber counters with an elbow to the back of the head and he takes her to the mat with a fisherman's suplex. Barber now with a pin attempt.
Denise gets the shoulder up at two as the crowd is on their feet applauding the back and forth action. Barber tries to catch his breath but has to cut it short as he dives on top of Denise to keep her down. Barber now trying to lock in a fujiwara armbar but Denise is relentless in trying to fight him off. She grabs hold of the bottom rope and Barber is forced to back off. Denise back up to her feet and Barber charges her. Denise ducks and lifts him up and over the top rope. Barber lands on the apron and catches her with a right hand. Barber now with a shoulder through the middle rope, doubling her over. Grabbing hold of the top rope he slingshots himself into the ring and rolls her up with a sunset flip.
Erin Robbins: Could this be it?
Freddy Whoa: Wow. Just wow. This match has been one of the best of the night by far.
Barber up on his feet and he pulls Denise up to his feet before trying to lock in the Cracker. Denise fighting with everything she has to fight out of the cross armbreaker, trying to drag her way over to the ropes.
Erin Robbins: Can she make it?
Just barely!, just barely she gets there. Barber lets go of the hold but she's still hurting. Barber quickly climbs up to the top and flies off...
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Diving Headbutt!
He pins D'Evil, hooking the leg.
Erin Robbins: And there it is, John Barber retains!
Barber stands up and gets his arm raised. He's handed the TV Title.
Freddy Whoa: Well-
Primadonna Girl by Marina and the Diamonds hits as Denise is standing inside the ring, she turns and looks towards the stage with an angry expression as Ana Valentine steps out onto the stage with a mic in her hands. She raises a hand, silently requesting her music cut as the crowd burst into what is mostly cheers, Ana smiles and slowly raises the mic to her lips.
Ana Valentine: DENISE! You wanted me... You called me out on Twitter! Well... Here I Am!
The crowd cheer louder as Ana laughs softly into the mic, flipping her hair back in an almost over-the-top way as if to mock Denise down in the ring, she places one hand on her hip and taps her foot.
Erin Robbins: Ana Valentine is calling Denise out on her claims...
Freddy Whoa: Well, D'Evill stated she was going to collect the bounty on Ana's head... Looks like Ana isn't willing to wait to find out how serious she is...
Ana Valentine: Come on Denise... What's the matter, you as chicken shit as the rest of your pathetic excuse for a team?!
Denise has already left the ring and is making her way up the ramp, Ana drops the mic and runs towards Denise, catching her halfway up the ramp, Ana connects with a spear, colliding them both with the hard steel of the ramp. Ana makes it to her feet first and she bends forward, grabbing Denise by the hair she pulls Denise's face to her and laughs, Denise capitalizes on Ana's moment of distraction and hits a hard boot to her ribs. Ana stumbles back a few steps and they begin trading blow for blow.
Whilst the women are fighting, Night Rider appears from the back and begins running down the ramp at almost the same second as John Barber begins running up it.
Erin Robbins: Why is Barber looking to get involved?!
Freddy Whoa: Have you not been paying attention!? I don't wanna use the word friends but... these two seem to have some weird alliance going on thanks to Barber's pal Billy!
Ana and Denise are still landing heavy blows on one another, Denise grabs Ana by the hair and smashes her face into a hard elbow! Ana turns on her heel and shakes off the cobwebs in time to kick Denise in the back, causing her to stumble forward into the arms of Night Rider, who makes an attempt to restrain Denise... Just as Barber grabs Ana from behind and restrains her.
The two women make an attempt to fight against their individual restrainers as they hurl insults at each other, Barber appears to be muttering something in Ana's ear, after a few seconds she nods slightly and slackens her arms, Barber points towards the back and Ana starts to walk toward it, looking over her shoulder as Barber is directly behind her.
As Ana reaches the curtain, she turns back and blows a kiss at Denise, who is still struggling against Night Rider, this action only serves to piss Denise off, who starts screaming after Ana.
Erin Robbins: Well! That was an unexpected conclusion to this match-up.
Freddy Whoa: Looks as though Ana is taking Denise seriously... Denise may need to watch out... We've all seen what can happen when you push Ana one step too far.
Erin Robbins: Denise is hardly one to back away from a fight either... This could be very interesting going forward.
“ 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 we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know 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 we have come! Futile to resist...
Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.
Crowd: The battle is.. already won!
Odin stares down his opponent as he waits for the match to get underway.
breakdown by biohazard plays and biohazard comes out and walks to the ring as yellow and purple lights flash.
Freddy Whoa: Biohazard is in for the fight of his life here.
Biohazard yells to the camera that he's doing this one for Tyler Walker!, and poses. Odin rolls his eyes and runs at him... BAM! Big Boot.
Erin Robbins: Oof.
Odin stomps repeatedly down onto the body of Biohazard, who convulses with each kick. Odin lifts Biohazard up and hits him with several clubbing blows to the head before hitting a Snapmare and then kicking him square in the back. He then bounces off the ropes, runs to the other side, comes back and kicks Biohazard straight in the face.
Freddy Whoa: Ouch. Odin really taking Biohazard to task here.
Biohazard pulls himself to his feet, barely conscious of where he is. Odin Headbutts him, sends him reeling, and as he turns... BAM! Knockout punch.
Erin Robbins: Aanndd there is Surtr's Revenge. This is it.
Odin drops and pins Biohazard, grinning towards the camera.
Freddy Whoa: And there you have it!
Bobby Cairo joins Odin in the ring. He shakes his head in disgust at Biohazard and raises Odin Balfore's hand high in the air.
Erin Robbins: The Thickness... how disgusting.
Freddy Whoa: You just say that because you want them, isn't that right, Erin?
Erin Robbins: You're disgusting too.
Freddy Whoa: At any rate, big win by Odin tonight. You know, I haven't really thought of it but ... is Bobby Cairo going to be in War? If so, you know he's going to want that win.
We can practically see a gleam in Bobby Cairo's eye as we go to commercial.
Ana Valentine, John Barber and Billy are in Ana's locker room. Ana is perched on the surface of her vanity in front of a big mirror, one leg slung over the other at the knee, with Barber and Billy sitting in the two chairs opposite her. Billy is looking around in wonder, as though he is itching to touch every single thing in Ana's locker room, whilst Ana and John are focusing intently on one another, as they talk.
Ana Valentine: Really John, I DO appreciate all you keep doing for me... But it's starting to feel like you think you're my hero or something....
Ana traces a hand over the surface of the vanity and inspects her spotless finger casually.
John Barber: Well that's sure not my intent Ana...
Ana Valentine: Wait, let me explain... I'm not, so much complaining, as speculating... You and I, we have a lot in common... And, if we're gonna keep running into each other like this... It at least makes sense to have... an arrangement.
Billy's ears prick up as Ana says this, but John catches his movement and waves him off with a hand before he can start in on his idea.
Ana Valentine: I'm not saying we have to be bestest friends and you braid my hair... I'm just proposing that we have each other’s back... Trust me, having me in your corner, can open a LOT of doors....
Ana looks back at John with a small smile on her face. John starts to respond but Billy quickly interrupts him.
Billy: Hell yeah, Ana. We’ll do it. We got your back and you got ours.
John looks at Billy, grins and shakes his head. He then turns back to Ana.
John Barber: Yeah, Miss Valentine. I think that’d be a swell idea. I reckon I don’t have that many associations here in EPPW. If I’m already tangling with Mr. Price and I’m a titleholder, I might as well have someone who is there to watch my back or the two targets painted on my back from that…
Billy pushes John forward and looks at his back, gets a confused look on his face and sits back in his chair.
John Barber: …will likely get me into a world of hurtin.
John stands up and holds a hand out. Ana shakes his hand.
“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. 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. The crowd showers them with hate, as they jump down, and their music fades. Scott Savage is handed a microphone and he walks to the center of the ring.
Scott Savage: S-PAC has been in the center of a lot of buzzing for the last couple weeks; some bad, some good, but we’ve decided to give you one more thing to buzz about.
The crowd erupts in boos, John Gable quickly walks over to the ropes and demands silence from the crowd, only causing them to build in volume until Scott gestures for him to back away and wait until they die down. Eventually the arena falls silent again, allowing Scott to continue.
Scott Savage: We’ve decided, after the quick excommunication of Ana Valentine, that it was time to take on a new member; one that would help S-PAC’s grasp become even further reaching. We’ve also decided that this member would be a face that you recognize, one that has seen a great deal of success as well as oppression in this company, and lastly we’ve decided to announce it right now…Ladies and gentlemen, we are pleased to introduce…”God Given Greatness” BENJAMIN ATREYU!
“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 casually steps out onto the entrance ramp, savoring the scowls of the audience. After breathing in their discontent he descends the ramp to the ring. He slowly struts up the entrance ramp and slips between the ropes and into the ring. Benjamin shakes hands with his fellow wrestlers before taking the microphone from Scott.
Benjamin Atreyu: When I left, I figured that was the last of me in this company, there was no way in hell I was going to step into this ring again, but then I started to see the amazing work that the Savage Political Action Committee was doing here and the great message they were trying to send out, and I knew I had to be a part of it. I didn’t do it to put myself back in the limelight, I didn’t do it to ride on S-PAC’s coattails, I did it because it was time that the right voices were heard in this company. For too long the same stagnant minds have ran this company into the ground with the same old routines and bits. They fail to understand that if they do not grow, neither does this company, and if this company doesn’t grow, neither does the industry, until the rest of the world has continued to move on while we’re still using the same five jokes, doing nothing but trying to convince ourselves that what we are doing is noteworthy.
Benjamin Atreyu gives a knowing nod to his fellow wrestlers before starting again.
Benjamin Atreyu: From the ‘Sarah Twilight’s, to the ‘Zombie McMorris’s, to the ‘Jay Price’s, to the ‘Synn’s , this company needs a new voice to give it a breath of fresh air. These ‘stars’ have slowly been sucking this industry dry for their five minutes of fame, using cheap tricks to win their way in your hearts, pleasing you with their simple jokes and words for your simple minds. They don't challenge you so you accept them with open arms, but when we push the envelope, when we try and bring this sport to a new level, you want to make us disappear, you want to bury us deep in the backyard so no one will see us. You want the ‘Stephanie Meyer’s of wrestling, but we are the ‘William Faulkner’s, the ‘Ernest Hemmingway’s, the ‘Robert Frost’s, the ‘Charles Bukowski’s of this industry. We challenge the structure, we bring in the intellect, the subtext, the grand view of the world. We are more than cheap joke and superficial ideas, we don’t want to give you what you want to hear; we want to give you what you NEED to hear. You either evolve or die and so far we are the only ones with opposable thumbs in this goddamn arena, including you knuckle dragging mouth breathers, but don’t worry, if you decide to follow S-PAC, we can save you and show you the truth. So keep your eyes out from now on and wait to see what we’ll do next.
Benjamin Atreyu drops the microphone and “Hollywood Babylon” by The Misfits plays over the PA system as all of S-PAC leaves the ring and makes their way up the entrance ramp.
Erin Robbins: Well, up next is a contest that I just do not agree with. One week after Sarah Twilight and Jonathan Jakobs defeated S-PAC to win the EPPW Tag Team Championships, they are defending them against the very undeserving team of Oblivion and Night Rider. I don't know what the thought process behind that is aside from getting Jakobs more ring time.
Freddy Whoa: Undeserving? You know what, they are the tag champs ... that means they have to DEFEND those straps. Oblivion and Night Rider are as deserving as any other team out there. I may not like any of em' personally. But when it comes to getting it done in the ring, you can't deny what the AoD are capable of.
Erin Robbins: Boring me to death? Anyway, the only excitement I have out of this is getting to see the greatest professional wrestler in the world, Sarah Twilight ... and the fastest rising superstar in EPPW today, Jonathan Jakobs.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, and I'm Santa Claus. Let's just get this rollin'.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EPPW Tag Team Championships!
Pop from the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challengers ...
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
Kyle Steel: Hailing from "The Dark Side of Hell" and weighing in at three hundred thirty five pounds .... NIGHT RIDER!!!
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 partner and opponents.
Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner ...
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 three hundred five pounds ... from the deepest, darkest parts of a man's psyche .... he is the EPPW Hardcore Champion OBLIVION!!!!!!
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera...The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strike the corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker, then 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.
Erin Robbins: Depths of Hell? Deepest Parts of a Man's Psyche? Those aren't even real places ... what a joke!
Freddy Whoa: You have to be so cynical of everything, don't you?
Kyle Steel: And their opponents ...
The crowd begins to boo. 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
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring .... from Houston, Texas ... weighing in at two hundred thirty five pounds ... he is one half of the EPPW Tag Team Champions ... he is JONATHAN JAKOBS!!!
Jonathan Jakobs emerges from behind the curtains, his half of the EPPW Tag Championships prominently around his waist. 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 faux high-fives with a few of the fans. He climbs the steps and enters the ring. He stands in the corner, climbing the turnbuckle and extending the Tag Championship in his arm for all to see.
Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner ...
The lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd begins to boo MASSIVELY as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.
Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at one hundred forty two pounds ... she is on half of the EPPW Tag Team Champions ...."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, dragging her half of the tag championships at her side, uninterested. 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. Sarah drops the tag championship in the corner immediately as she enters the ring, showing it no regard. 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.
Freddy Whoa: What disrespect for a championship with such a rich history. She is tossing it aside like trash.
Erin Robbins: She knows her value. That championship brings no value to her, she brings value to it.
Freddy Whoa: That is ... WHOA. Imma just act like I didn't hear that.
Referee Gregory Durnham calls for the bell as Jakobs and Night Rider start of the match. Jakobs uses his quickness right off the bat to catch the AoD founder with a front dropkick as he rushes him the moment the bell sounds. Night Rider gets himself back to his feet quickly after taking the sudden hit, and as he does he is taken over with a snapmare. Jakobs follows this up with a tri-fecta of forearms to the back of Night Rider's head, stunning the man. Now very quickly, Jakobs tags Sarah into the match.
Erin Robbins: Fast tag by Jakobs already. Bravado utilizing that high paced, fast tag strategy into their offense. I think it works nicely.
Freddy Whoa: Are you kidding me? The two of them can hardly stand each other from what I've seen. I think they are both just trying to spite the other.
Erin Robbins: Don't attempt to start trouble. Jakobs and Sarah get along just fine. They are the tag team champions after all.
Freddy Whoa: But for how long?
Sarah wastes no time picking up where Jakobs left off as she stomps down on Rider with a determined fire and fury. Night Rider stumbles to his feet after scrambling away from the vicious stomps and Sarah is hot on his trail as she blasts him with a spear tackle and starts swinging wild fists at him as the chellenger covers up. Sarah finally composes herself again after the flurry and makes it back to her feet. She takes a few steps back and then picks up a little momentum for a knee drop to Night Rider's head. However, Rider rolls out of the way and Sarah meets nothing but canvas.
Freddy Whoa: Nobody home there for Sarah Twilight. Night Rider having an opportunity to swing the match into his favor.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, good luck with that. Night Rider has as much chance of turning this match around, as you have of going a night without saying "Whoa!"
Still a bit stunned, Night Rider staggers to his feet, shaking of the effects of the crazed fury of punches just a few moments ago. Sarah works out the kink in her knee for a moment and makes it to her feet. Rider uses the moment he was given to his advantage and nails a stiff roundhouse to the side of Sarah's head. The Mistress of Mischief stumbles forward and falls to the mat. Night Rider measures her as she tries to make it to her feet and, while on her knees, he sends another stiff side kick to her face, sending her back down.
Freddy Whoa: You were saying, Erin?
Erin Robbins: Oh shut up!
Now, Rider makes his way to his corner and tags in Oblivion. The God of Insanity enters the ring and keeps the pressure on Sarah. He locks in a grounded sleeper hold from behind and combines this with a body scissors, trying to put the redhead out, quickly. Sarah struggles in the predicament and Gregory Durnham is there to check for a submission. Sarah refuses. Oblivion wrenches the hold some more and Sarah grits her teeth. Durnham checks for the submission yet again, but he doesn't need to wait for an answer as Sarah starts driving her elbows back into Oblivion, doing everything she can to break from from the hold. After a few stern shots, he finally releases.
Sarah slowly makes it back to her feet as does Oblivion. Though the quicker Sarah is just a little bit too fast for the larger, slower Oblivion and she pulls him down into an inside cradle before he knows what has happened. Durnham immediately slides in for the count.
Oblivion is able to kick out of the cradle before three.
Erin Robbins: And just like that, Sarah turns things around. This is why she is the greatest professional wrestler in history.
Freddy Whoa: I think you'll find quiet a few people who will disagree with that statement. How about you kiss less ass and just call the match, okay?
Erin Robbins: Whatever you say.
Both competitors back to their feet again and Sarah pulls Oblivion in for a short arm clothesline that he somehow manages to duck under and get behind Sarah. She now turns around only to get a thrusted back kick to the gut which backs her off, giving Oblivion some space to work with. And work with it he does as he takes a few steps forward, dropping to one knee and blasts Twilight with a forearm uppercut that staggers her back. He follows this up with a few clubbing blows. Now he's backed Sarah against the ropes with his onslaught and takes her for an Irish whip, however, she pulls him back with a reversal, dropping him quickly with a DDT.
Erin Robbins: And again, the attempt at a comeback by the Angels of Death has been thwarted. Greatest professional wrestler ... like I said.
Freddy Whoa: You seriously gotta stop drinking the kool aid.
Now, with Oblivion down, Sarah makes her way to her corner and tags Jakobs back into the match. Jonathan climbs into the ring and heads after Oblivion, who is slowly getting back to his feet. However, he shoves him away and makes a slight dive toward his corner, tagging Night Rider back into the match. Rider comes into the ring and Jakobs rushes at him as well, but he is cut short in his effort as Rider downs him with a swinging forearm axe handle. The chellengers take control of the match.
Rider is slow and methodical in his pace now as he hauls Jakobs back to his feet and delivers a perfect back breaker, causing Jakobs to groan in pain. Rider covers him, pressing his forearm against the side of his face for added leverage as Durnham slides into position.
THR--No! Jakobs shoots a shoulder up.
Freddy Whoa: Jakobs able to stay in this thing. But The Angels of Death trying to end things early. I think they may have the edge with Jakobs in there right now.
Erin Robbins: You're just angry because you weren't invited to Jakobs' celebration and I was.
Freddy Whoa: They have to win before any celebration takes place. And the longer this match goes on, the more it favors the veterans Oblivion and Night Rider. They are effectively picking Jakobs apart.
Erin Robbins: Jonathan Jakobs is a rising star, and overlooking him is going to be the downfall of those sideshow freaks.
Freddy Whoa: Let me ask you Erin, are you directly on the Bravado payroll, or do they just slip you some cash under the table?
Erin Robbins: I am trying to be unbiased here. It's not my fault that Sarah and Jon are superior athletes. Don't question my evaluations.
Freddy Whoa: Sure. I totally believe that. ...*cough* bullshit! *cough*
Rider pulls himself to his feet with a scowl on his face as he drags Jakobs up with him. Jakobs explodes, firing off shots at him left and right. However, Rider fires back with a thrust to the throat and follows it up by barreling through Jon with a shoulder tackle. Rider takes this opportunity to move toward the tag champs' corner and feigns a shot at Sarah, drawing her into the ring. Gregory Durnham keeps to his duty as the official and tries to get Sarah back in her corner. This allows Oblivion to enter the ring and the two men double team Jakobs with a series of vicious stomps and kicks. The assault only further enrages Sarah thus keeping Durnham occupied with her.
Erin Robbins: Look at this! Already the underhanded tactics are coming into full swing!
Freddy Whoa: What's the matter? You don't like it when the tables are turned? The AoD are cutting Jakobs off from Twilight. That is a sound strategy as they view Jakobs as the weak link here. The way they're doing it might not be the most honest, but I have no pity for Bravado. They deserve what they get.
Erin Robbins: Last week you scream foul when Bravado decisively defeated S-PAC, and now you condone this blatant cheating by AoD. What a hypocrite!
Freddy Whoa: If that isn't the pot calling the kettle black ... no pun intended.
The two men take full advantage. Night Rider lifts Jakobs up into a back breaker position once again as Oblivion kneels down, placing his knee forward. Night Rider takes a jump and CRASHES Jakobs' back across Oblivion's knee in a sidewalk slam manner. Jon screams out in agony. Sarah is finally forced to exit the ring and Durnham focuses his attention back on the legal participants just in time to see Night Rider take to the apron, assuring Durnham that they made a tag. Of course, there was no legal tag made between the men as Oblivion continues to work Jakobs over.
Erin Robbins: No tag was made, but that IDIOT Durnham seems to think there was. The Angels of Death again taking complete control here after some sneaky cheap shotting!
Freddy Whoa: Hey, the ref thinks they tagged, then they tagged. Going by your logic, I mean it ain't cheating if you don't get caught. I may not like Oblivion or Night Rider, but I sure as hell like seeing Bravado get theirs.
He drops a knee down into the small of Jon's back and again he yells out in pain. He hauls him to his feet and sends him into the turnbuckle on an Irish whip with authority. He hits it hard with his back, but has no time to dwell on that pain because Oblivion followed in, running a hard knee into his ribs. The air is pushed from Jakobs' lungs and he gasps for precious oxygen. He stumbles forward and Oblivion stays on him. He grabs him from behind for a back body drop, but he manages to roll out of it, still winded. In a quick attempt, he rushes at Oblivion with a clothesline that takes him down. Now, he falls to his knees and begins breathing heavily.
Freddy Whoa: Jakobs with a flurry of offense out of nowhere ... WHOA!
Jakobs catches her breath after a few moments and slowly starts making his way toward his corner. But, Night Rider rushes the ring, nailing him from behind with a forearm that sends him down. Gregory Durnham steps in, immediately getting in Rider's face, warning him out from the ring. Night Rider argues with the official as Oblivion makes it back to his feet. Jakobs again starts making it toward Sarah who has her arm outstretched, but Oblivion grabs hold of the crawling Jakobs' ankle and starts pulling him away from his corner. Jakobs thinks quickly and pushes himself up, sending a sharp kick at Oblivion's head as he catches him with an enziguri, freeing himself from his grip. He races toward Sarah with a dive and tags the Mistress of Mischief back into the match.
Erin Robbins: And here we go! Sarah is tagged into the match and the tide is shifting!!
The crowd roars as Sarah pushes herself up to the top turnbuckle and dives off with a flying clothesline knocking Oblivion back down again. The God of Insanity gets back to his feet only to be taken down with a snap suplex which is followed by an elbow drop for good measure. Though, the burst is short lived as Gregory Durnham has finally gotten Night Rider from the ring and now he turns his attention to Sarah and informs her to leave the ring. She argues that the tag was made, however, Durnham never saw it as he was busy with Night Rider, who is now dragging Oblivion over to his own corner as the argument ensues.
Erin Robbins: Again with the distractions! Jakobs clearly made a legal tag to Sarah. But Durnham was again preoccupied with Night Rider.
Freddy Whoa: Isn't that a shame? Who would ever think that Bravado would be the ones getting screwed? It's about time if you ask me.
After the protest, Sarah begrudgingly leaves the ring and Jakobs is still considered the legal participant for his team. Night Rider tags Oblivion now, making sure that Durnham sees it and enters the ring fresh. He goes right to work on Jakobs, slamming into his head with repeated forearm shots. This is followed by a suplex, which is executed a bit slowly, but nonetheless is effective. Jakobs hits the mat and groans again in pain. Night Rider takes his time getting to his feet, having the match under control and methodically stalks Jakobs. He reaches down, hauling Jakobs to his feet, only to be caught by surprise with a jaw breaker. Jakobs is still hurting a bit, but gets himself to his feet and is looking very pissed off.
Freddy Whoa: Oh boy ... this ain't lookin' good.
Erin Robbins: Jakobs looking like he just doesn't care. Get him Jon, get him!
Jakobs is in a completely different zone right now, getting himself psyched up in a mixture of anger and complete instinct. Night Rider gets to his feet and he flies at him with a forearm, knocking him back. He follows up with a springboard moonsault off of the middle rope that seems to come out of virtually nowhere! This knocks Night Rider off of his feet and Jakobs comes crashing down atop him for a cover attempt. Gregory Durnham slides into position for the count.
Freddy Whoa: Nearfall, and Jakobs proving to the AoD that he is every bit as dangerous as his partner.
Night Rider manages to kick a shoulder off the mat. But Jakobs is not letting up. He's all over the place as if crazed. Elbows, kicks and flying variations of punches and lariats come at Night Rider from almost every angle imaginable and he shows no signs of slowing down. A flying forearm comes sailing toward Oblivion who is on the apron, but he hops down, avoiding contact. Jakobs turns around to continue his assault on Night Rider, however Oblivion reaches in and grabs both of his ankles, pulling them out from under him and he falls face first on the canvas. This gives Night Rider some time to recover and he pulls himself up.
Erin Robbins: Oh gimmie a break!
Freddy Whoa: Hey, he asked for it by taking a swing at him! Again, your logic ... not mine.
Erin Robbins: Don't give me that crap. You have it out for Bravado. You're being biased.
Freddy Whoa: And you ain't?
Erin Robbins: No, of course not.
Seeing the tag champ down, he opts to make his ascent to the top, he waits and as Jakobs stumbles back to his feet, Rider leaps off and NAILS Jakobs with The Guillotine! He connects full force sending Jakobs CRASHING back into the canvas. Having taken advantage of the outside shot by Oblivion now, he rolls him over for the pinfall and Durnham makes the count.
Sarah makes the save just before three. She grabs hold of Night Rider and with rage in her eyes she tosses him through the ropes to the outside. Durnham again escorts her from the ring and back to her corner.
Erin Robbins: Sarah Twilight with the save. She REALLY needs to get into this match. But so far, The Angels of Death have effectively cut the ring off for Jakobs.
Freddy Whoa: That's because they came prepared, and are only serving up the dish before Bravado can. Keep Twilight out of the ring ... not like she acts like she wants to be here anyway.
Erin Robbins: Sarah is always ready for a fight. Jakobs has earned his stripes and lasted throughout these overwhelming odds and now he just needs to make the tag. This is such an inspiration. Such a wonderful story. Jonathan Jakobs battling through it all and rising above. Such bravery, such stamina.
Freddy Whoa: Such bullshit. Are we even watching the same match? Jakobs ain't no underdog, he's tag team champion and if he wants to stay that way, he's gotta work at it.
Jakobs again has an opportunity to make the tag. The crowd going back and forth on the two teams at this point. Jakobs crawls toward his corner and Sarah is there with arm outstretched, waiting, BEGGING for this tag. Jakobs is slowly making it and now, Night Rider rolls himself back into the ring and rushes after Jakobs to prevent the tag. But he gets it! This time, Durnham sees it and Sarah rushes into the ring about as pissed off as we've ever seen her. She nails a toe kick to Rider's gut, following up with a few HARD punches to the face, a few elbows, and more kicks. She's like a woman possessed!
Erin Robbins: And Sarah finally gets back into the match!
Freddy Whoa: Uh oh. Damn ... WHOA!
Night Rider scrambles backwards to avoid the onslaught, looking for a tag to his partner. A quick shove that sends Sarah back a few steps seems to be enough of an opening, however she does not relent. Instead, she comes back at Rider rushing him and taking him down with a neckbreaker before he can get to Oblivion. Sarah continues the assault of Night Rider. Though he sees an opening, and pulls her tights forward and sends a kick up into her head, staggering her back. Oblivion enters the ring, this time to goad Jakobs into the ring, but it doesn't work. Jakobs flips him off and grin, watching as Sarah continues to pummel Night Rider.
Freddy Whoa: He's just standing there like an idiot!
Erin Robbins: Jakobs isn't as trigger happy as Sarah, he knows he has nothing to worry about.
Durnham immediately gets into it with Oblivion about getting back into his corner and Night Rider is more than happy to take advantage as he reaches for something in his tights. But he never gets the chance to use it as GASP! Sarah kicks him directly in the groin during Oblivion's botched distraction! She wastes no time in capitalizing as Rider falls back to the canvas in agony. She hooks up his arms and locks him into Spellbound! Night Rider screams out in excruciating pain as he is now unable to tend to his aching groin. After a few moments of struggling, he finally begins tapping out, looking for any relief from the low blow.
Freddy Whoa: That low blow. COME ON!
Erin Robbins: What? Payback is a bitch and Night Rider is tapping out! Turn around ref! This one is over with!
Durnham turns his attention back to see Rider, yelling in agony and slapping his hand against Sarah's leg which is contorting his arm. Durnham calls for the bell. The crowd boos like mad.
Kyle Steel: Here are your winners...in a time of 39 minutes and 2 seconds...and STILL EPPW Tag Team Champions ... JONATHAN JAKOBS and SARAH TWILIGHT!!!
Erin Robbins: Oblivion and Night Rider came in with a strategy, keep Sarah Twilight out of the ring. They underestimated Jonathan Jakobs which was a HUGE mistake, and in the end, Bravado remains the EPPW Tag Champions.
Freddy Whoa: Bravado got a taste of their own medicine here tonight and they only managed to prove that they will sink to any low in order to remain on top. It's sickening.
Erin Robbins: It's wonderful! Sarah Twilight, Jonathan Jakobs ... STILL tag team champions. I absolutely love it!
Freddy Whoa: We're out of time for tonight. We're one week away from the unholy wedding of Sarah Twilight and Eric Price! See you next week!
Slam fades to black.