The EPPW logo plays as the crowd can be heard buzzing in the background cheering as they are excited about the start of the show. As soon as the show starts, the titantron and the live TV feed shows the face of Eric Price with a huge smile on his face as he is wearing a white tuxedo with a white bow tie, white pants and the cheers immediately switch into loud boos covering the entire Garret Coliseum!
Eric Price: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a very special edition of EPPW’s Sunday Night Slam! Live tonight from the Garret Coliseum in Montgomery, Alabama! Tonight is definitely a very special edition of Slam as tonight … I am finally getting married to my beloved fiancé Sarah Twilight!
Crowd boos even more loudly at the mention of her name
Eric Price: She should be along a little later this evening but folks, set your DVRs, get your camera phones ready, for you old timers as well as you poor people, which considering we’re in Alabama is porobably most of you, get your VHS tapes ready and record this moment. Now, I know here in Alabama, you people aren’t exactly known for your high level of education or hygiene but please show some decorum and class during my wedding ceremony as this will be an historic night for all involved. Oh that reminds me, if anyone and I mean any EPPW wrestler under contract decides to interfere in my wedding who is not an invited guest, then I will be terminating them immediately following Slam this evening!
Eric grins at this idea and almost gets a look of insatiable power in his eyes
Eric Price: Long live Bravado, long live EPPW, and long live Mr. and Mrs. Eric Price! The future is now and the future is bright, welcome to your tomorrow!
Eric smiles as the scene fades to the intro video of Slam!
Just as Slam begins live on air, we are treated to a view of the parking lot area. A set of headlights approaches and pulls into a parking space. The jet black Ford Mustang GT Convertible comes to a stop and Sarah Twilight emerges from the driver's side ... still dressed in hunting gear. Her bow rests comfortably in the back seat. Sarah makes her way around toward the trunk and props it open. It is there our cameras catch glimpse of Brandon Stevens who is once again bound ... though this time only his hands, and had been locked in the trunk. Sarah very rudely instructs him.
Sarah Twilight: Move it fatass, I don't have all night.
Brandon struggles to get himself out from the trunk. Sarah closes it as he does and shakes her head at him.
Sarah Twilight: You know ... tonight is going to be a night that no one will EVER forget. And like I said ... you get to be part of it. This is your grand opportunity for your fifteen minutes of fame.
Brandon Stevens: Miss Twilight ... please, can we talk about this?
Sarah simply smirks at him.
Sarah Twilight: There is nothing to talk about. Now move it!
Freddy Whoa: Sarah Twilight has arrived ... and she hardly looks ready for a wedding. Whatever is going on here ... it ain't good.
Erin Robbins: Definitely not good for tubby.
We cut to ringside as Slam begins its opening.
Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai hits, fireworks blast, and Slam is on the air! We go to Freddy and Erin.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome to Slam! I'm happy to announce that just a few days before War, I'll be heading back to Wednesday Night. I can't wait!
Erin Robbins: Good, because that's where you belong.
Freddy Whoa: I'll miss you too, Erin. Shouldn't you be in a good mood?
Erin Robbins: I am! Tonight is a huge night for Sarah Twilight. She's going to defeat the undefeatable Lionheart, then marry Eric Price.
Freddy Whoa: You might be happier about that than Sarah herself, judging from the attitude we've seen from her recently.
Erin Robbins: She's tough on the outside, but on the inside I'm sure she's.. well, either way, it's happening, and I'm excited!
Freddy Whoa: We're a few days removed from Corey Black's XIII, and... I don't even know what to say there. Jonny Fly!?
Erin Robbins: YEAH, that was bullshit. He came in here unannounced just to humiliate Bravado and Nathan von Liebert? We in Bravado were grateful when he sold Eric the company, but...
Freddy Whoa: Jonny Fly changes moods like most people change underpants, Erin, and it looks like he's had a change of heart.
Erin Robbins: I'd really just rather not talk about that show. It wasn't even an EPPW show, anyway, so really, it doesn't matter. Doesn't count.
Freddy Whoa: Let's get back to tonight. Benjamin Atreyu, who recently aligned himself with S-PAC, is back in action against Jonathan Jakobs.
Erin Robbins: Atreyu, Gobble and Cash are like brothers, Freddy. They may be a force to be reckoned with.
Freddy Whoa: John Barber defends his Television Title against Deuce Maximus. Maximus hasn't had a lot of luck recently but a lot of that has been bad luck, I think, and he could very well hit it big tonight.
Erin Robbins: The new Internet Champion, Jordan Caliban, faces off against Eli the Kid. Caliban and Kid had a hell of a match a few weeks back, after Eric Price forced Caliban to brutalize Kid after the match... now, we'll have a one on one battle, with the Internet Title on the line!
Freddy Whoa: Tek and Doc Henry fought last week and they're fighting again this week - but now in a No DQ match! These two are WCF veterans through and through, and they've been developing an interesting rivalry leading up to War.
Erin Robbins: Night Rider and Denise D'Evil team up to face Tyler Walker and Biohazard. They better watch out for toxic ooze!
Freddy Whoa: And we've also got Matthew Robinson and Seifer Black Armstrong, known as Justice, teaming up against NBK Inc. in a handicapped match.
Erin Robbins: Cormac MacNeill debuts, facing Havok, and in our opener... Sarah Twilight faces Lionheart!
Freddy Whoa: I'll give it to Sarah, accepting this match after fighting at XIII and on the eve of her wedding... that takes balls. But can she actually defeat Lionheart? We'll see!
“300 Violin Orchestra” hits over the PA system.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! We’re about to get Jonny Fly on Slam!
A mix of cheers and boos rain down from the crowd as Jonny Fly slowly struts onto the stage. Cameras flash from all corners of the arena as the sold out Montgomery, Alabama crowd catch the first glimpse of Jonny Fly on Slam in months.
Erin Robbins: I thought Eric Price told him he wasn’t welcome? This is just blatant disrespect.
Fly pauses on the stage and looks out on the crowd, smirking arrogantly. Fly rolls his eyes at the crowd and begins walking down the ramp to the ringside area. Fly slides into the ring and requests a microphone. He’s thrown a mic and waits for his music to fade. In the center of the ring, Fly addresses to the WCF/EPPW universe.
Jonny Fly: You guys could have at least offered me a standing ovation.
A loud chorus of boos follow.
Erin Robbins: What an asshole! This guy, he’ll never change.
Freddy Whoa: Fly has one of the most polarizing personalities of any wrestler in the industry, and I have a feeling we’re going to see why tonight.
Jonny Fly: First off, I want to send my condolences to Nathan von Liebert. I’ve heard that he’s suffered a loss.
Jonny Fly: Perhaps before I get out of this wretched fuckin’ city I’ll send him some flowers. What do you guys think? Is that appropriate? I’m not good with these type of situations. Help me out, because unlike Nathan, I don’t suffer losses.
Fly pauses, and the smirk grows even larger.
Jonny Fly: Enough of that, though. Who gives a shit about Nathan von Liebert? He’s going to be World Champion for two more weeks. Why is that you ask? Because…I’m coming back to WCF…and I’m going to be entering War!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: Jonny Fly is entering War? That’s going to make things more interesting for sure!
“Master of Puppets” begins to play.
Erin Robbins: Uh-oh, I can just imagine Seth is going to have something to say about all of this.
Seth Lerch appears on the stage with a microphone.
Seth Lerch: No, no, no! Absolutely not, Fly. I’m out here under direct orders from Eric Price to tell you that you are not allowed back in EPPW, and you will not be at War! That is final!
Fly stands in the ring with the microphone at his side and glaring up the ramp at Seth. Fly turns away and runs his hand through his hair. He shakes his head and turns back around, raising the mic to his lips.
Jonny Fly: It’s obvious that Price isn’t going to want me to in War. He knows it hurts his chances of winning. Likewise for everyone else in Bravado. Still, I’m telling you, and I’m telling him…I’m coming. I’m going to be there. You’d be better off coming to terms with it.
Seth Lerch: No! You are suspended! Don’t you remember that? You might be able to get Corey Black to allow you at XIII, but not me. You’re not even allowed to be in that ring right now! I demand that you leave at once!
Fly smiles. He walks forward and leans against the ropes staring out at Lerch.
Jonny Fly: Okay, Seth.
Seth Lerch: Good. Finally, some civility arou….
Jonny Fly: Make me.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Jonny Fly is daring Seth Lerch to remove him from the arena
Wide-eyed, Lerch paces back and forth on the stage, unsure of his next move.
Jonny Fly: Come on Seth, go call security. Tell them to come out here and physically remove me from this ring. I’d like to see them try.
Seth Lerch: FINE! Security, get your ass out here!
Seth turns and motions for security. Nothing happens. He waves frantically, but still nobody emerges. Fly looks on amused. Flustered, Lerch yells into the microphone.
Seth Lerch: Get out here right now or you all are fired! Anyone, everyone get out here right now! NOW!
Still, nothing. Lerch turns back to the crowd dejected, and scowling.
Seth Lerch: This isn’t over Fly.
With that, Lerch turns and disappears. Fly smiles proudly at the sight of Lerch giving up.
Jonny Fly: Well, it looks like I’m here to stay. Doesn’t that make you all happy?
Erin Robbins: Well Freddy, it looks like we're stuck with Fly.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on Erin, he's not that bad!
A small chorus of boos from the crowd follows. Fly’s smirk returns, and he drops the microphone. He takes another couple of seconds to look around and soak up the reaction from the crowd before sliding out of the ring and making his way to the back.
Erin Robbins: Well, after finding out that Sarah Twilight does have Brandon Stevens with her ... and captive tonight, she is set to take on Lionheart. I honestly doubt she's going to break a sweat.
Freddy Whoa: I just don't understand why she even bothered accepting his challenge. Sarah Twilight gains nothing from this match at all.
Erin Robbins: She doesn't. But she is just that great of a competitor that she HAD to compete tonight even though she has her very own wedding to Eric later on. Such a true professional. Such heart, such greatness.
Freddy Whoa: If you can remove your lips from her ass for a moment, we do got a match to introduce here.
Erin Robbins: Right, well as we said we have the legendary Sarah Twilight, a former World champion, the first woman to ever do so, might I add ... former Television champion, current two time Tag Team Champion, WCF Classic winner and overall bound for the Hall of Fame ... and in the other corner we have Lionheart.
Freddy Whoa: Way to be unbiased, Erin. Anyhow ... Sarah did accept Lionheart's challenge last wekk ... for whatever reason. In doing so, she abducted his manager Brandon Stevens and now the two are going to meet in the ring. We take it to Kyle Steel!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ...
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.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring ... from the Amazon Rainforest ... weighing in at three hundred fifty pounds .... he is "The Man Beast" LIONHEART!!!
Absent on this particular week of course is Brandon Stevens ... who is being held captive somewhere in the building. Lionheart stands there solo, angered. 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.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent ...
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 one 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 Tag Championship alongside her. 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. She discards the tag championship with little care or respect for the title as soon as she enters the ring. 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.
Erin Robbins: Here is an interesting statistic ... Lionheart outweighs Sarah by more than two hundred pounds ... and yet he is the underdog in this match.
Freddy Whoa: What Sarah Twilight lacks in size she makes up for in pure malice. Though Lionheart's size is just very intimidating. He came to fight, that's for sure!
Erin Robbins: Really? Because it doesn't appear to me that Sarah is intimidated.
Refree Peter Laos calls for the opening bell and an enraged Lionheart immediately rushes at Sarah. She drops him down to the canvas with a quickly executed drop toe hold. Lionheart's face meet the mat. He shakes it off, becoming more angered. As he pushes himself up from the mat, he is met by a vicious snap kick to the side of the face courtesy of the Mistress of Mischief.
Erin Robbins: That is the veteran ring awareness of Sarah Twilight. Lionheart coming into this thing with emotion and Sarah is exploiting it.
Freddy Whoa: Well she'd better keep him off of his feet because he is one pissed off beast. And by the looks of things, keeping him down isn't going to be easy.
Lionheart shakes off the cobwebs after being kicked in the face and again pushes himself up. This time he does get to his feet. He charges Sarah for a clothesline but she ducks under the attempt and instead pulls him down with a neckbreaker. She immediately goes for the quick cover. Laos slides into position.
Lionheart easily launches the much smaller Twilight off of him. But she is back on him in a hiccup as she dives in with a low, baseball slide dropkick that catches him in the head as he was still prone.
Freddy Whoa: That speed advantage is effectively being used here. Sarah Twilight is going to try and pick Lionheart apart little by little. Make the size difference ineffective for him.
Erin Robbins: That's because she is the greatest professional wrestler in the world Freddy! You are looking at the very best as she plies her craft.
Freddy Whoa: Uhm ... sure Erin. Whatever you say.
Lionheart has yet to be able to keep a vertical base, and as he again pushes himself up, Sarah is back on him. This time running at him and using her momentum to grab hold of his head as he is knealt and DRIVE him face first into the canvas with a DDT. Once again, she goes for a quick pinfall. Again Laos is in position.
Lionheart launches Sarah off of him again, though with a bit less "umph" than the first time.
Erin Robbins: And she is effectively wearing him down already. He can't keep up with her offense.
Freddy Whoa: But how long can Sarah keep up that pace? She isn't going to lift Lionheart ... he's far too big ... even for someone as tenacious as she is. A good deal of the devastating offense she normally has at her disposal is basically null.
Erin Robbins: Oh please, she's beaten bigger and better than this guy.
Sarah remains on the offensive, moving back in at Lionheart as she reaches down and starts yanking him to his feet. Though once mostly vertical, Lionheart SHOVES Sarah back with such force it sends her bouncing into the ropes. On the return she hops up for a leapfrog and Lionheart catches her! He PLANTS her down HARD with a powerbomb! The crowd actually cheers in some sections.
Freddy Whoa: And that is the beginning of the end from what I can see. Sarah Twilight is done!
Erin Robbins: No! She's got plenty left. He ... he just got lucky is all.
Freddy Whoa: You don't sound very confident.
Lionheart again shakes off the cobwebs after the initial onslaught and he drops down, covering Sarah for the pinfall ... now having demolished her with the devasating powerbomb. Laos once again drop into position.
Sarah shoots her shoulder up off of the canvas. Lionheart SLAPS the canvas in frustration.
Erin Robbins: She kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: Lionheart finding out that it might take a bit more to put Twilight away.
Lionheart hauls Sarah to her feet, still very frustrated that this hadn't yet ended. As he pulls her up, she unexpectedly sends a hard knee to his gut ... and then another. He backs away from her momentarily ... but she remains aggressive, now pulling his head down and sending knee after knee into his face. One good one that catches him in the nose sending him stumbling back a few paces as he tries to shake it off.
Freddy Whoa: That one rattled him it seems.
Erin Robbins: It is that adaptive offense. Sarah is just amazing in that ring.
Freddy Whoa: Well, for anyone else who is sick of hearing Erin ramble on about how great Sarah is ... let's talk about the other participant in this match. Lionheart is so far undefeated since signing with the company ... and he employs a very straight forward power offense that relies on his brute strength and mean streak with which to decimate the opposition. Now maybe we can get back to actually calling this match from both sides.
Erin Robbins: Rude!
Sarah continues to stalk Lionheart as he moves away by a good number of steps. As he turns around, he suddenly rushes Sarah out of nowhere and he CONNECTS with the PRIMAL CHARGE!!! Sarah is damn near torn in half as he drives her down with the spear, letting out a beastly roar as he does so. He wastes no time and covers her emphatically as he looks at Laos, who slides into position.
Erin Robbins: Oh no! I can't watch this!
Freddy Whoa: And your so called greatest wrestler just got her lights knocked out!
Sarah shoots her shoulder up!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: YES! She is still in this! Come on Sarah!
Lionheart is BESIDE himself. He rushes up and grabs Laos by the shirt, demanding that it was three. Laos is shaken up, but he asserts himself and holds firm that it was only a two count.
Erin Robbins: And here is where he falls apart. You know how many people have gone through this when they step into the ring with Sarah?
Freddy Whoa: I am guessing you are going to tell me whether I want to hear it or not.
Erin Robbins: Nearly every last person she's ever stepped into the ring with. I could get the statistical numbers for you.
Freddy Whoa: No thanks. I'm good.
After realizing he is getting nowhere with the arguing, Lionheart returns to Sarah and hauls her up. Deciding to put the final exclamation on this ... he lifts her easily for FEEDING TIME. But instead, she shifts her weight and drops herself down behind him as she is near the turnbuckle now, sending a dropkick into his back and staggers him forward a few steps.
Erin Robbins: And Sarah gets herself out of that predicament. Lionheart really wanting to end this.
Freddy Whoa: Oh, are we actually calling the match now? Well damn, took you long enough.
Lionheart turns around and he rushes Sarah yet again for another PRIMAL CHARGE. She sidesteps at the last moment and Lionheart connects with the ringpost shoulder first ... even appearsing to graze the side of his head on the steel as he staggers out of the corner and teeters on the ropes for balance, glossy eyed.
Erin Robbins: Nobody home and now he's in trouble. He may have hit his head on the ring post.
Freddy Whoa: He went to that well once too often. Can Sarah capitalize here?
As Lionheart teeters, Sarah sends a well placed kick to his gut, doubling him over. She grabs hold of him and attempts to lift him for THE TWILIGHT ZONE!!!
Freddy Whoa: No way! He's too big!
Erin Robbins: She's going for it!
She gets him about halfway up and is struggling with his weight. She rests his legs on the ropes and recinches her grip. Now she uses the ropes to slingshot him upwards to complete the lift. She doesn't keep him up very long at all after the slingshot, and exerts all of her energy to do so but she gets him all the way up with the aid of the ropes and she CRASHES him down with her trademark finisher. Sarah falls to her knees after executing such a feat and despite the hatred the crowd has for her ... they begin to chant.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! WHOA! DAMN!
She rolls him over slowly and drops over him for the cover. Laos again in position.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... "The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!!!
Erin Robbins: And another one in the books for Sarah. That was ... that was just amazing.
Freddy Whoa: I still don't believe I just saw that.
Erin Robbins: Lionheart giving his best against the verteran Sarah Twilight. And actually, he did quite well.
Freddy Whoa: Hell of a performance. No shame at all in a defeat like that. Anytime you step up against a veteran you gotta bring your game. I think that he did just that.
Seth Lerch is waiting for someone, trying to act suave. What he didn't know was that he was standing by the women's bathroom door. Suddenly, a woman came in and shook her head in disgust. She was a long-haired brunette and was fairly pretty. She had a nice slim body.
Woman: Still the dork as usual, Seth.
Seth looked at her, confused.
Seth Lerch: And you are? I've never seen your ugly face before.
The woman's anger turned into a wicked grin.
Woman: I'm just looking for my son, Shane.
Seth took this new info and realisation hit him like a jackhammer through the sewers.
Seth Lerch: So you're the bitch that got pregnant with my kid?!
Woman: Fuck you! I never even wanted a child! The only miracle was that he didn't end up a third degree jackass like you!
Seth Lerch: Hey! I'm a good role model!
A backstage worker heard this as he passed by.
Backstage Worker: *cough*Bull*cough*shit!
Just before Seth could glare at the worker, the guy had walked off.
Woman: Look, you're gonna have to pay for child support!
Seth Lerch: Why the hell should I even pay for a stranger?
The bickering of the two had became louder as many people were staring. Clark Adrian noticed as he shook his head in disappointment.
Clark Adrian: A MILF like that doesn't deserve a pint-sized shit like him.
He walked off as the parents kept on bickering.
Kyle Steel: ladies and gentlemen this next match has been dedicated by Erin Robbins to the happy couple, she calls her words her wedding gift, apparently
Freddy Whoa: Damn it Erin get down
the camera flashes to Erin Robbins on the announce table bowing and waving to the crowd, the announcer audibly sighs and here comes the new boy
Kyle Steel: Introducing first From Nova Scotia, he weighs in at 265 lb, making his WCF Debut, THIS IS CORMAC McNeill!!!!
The drumbeat marks a cadence as Cormack walks out, heading towards the ring. As the bagpipes kick in, he walks faster, eyes on the ring.
Erin Robbins (still on the table): What in the hell is that?
Freddy Whoa: That my friend is Nova Scotia's answer to the Glasgow kiss, I don't know how to say this but Havok may get his tonight
Sliding under the ropes, he rises and mounts a corner turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: Hey Erin whats going on in the crowd over there, a small corner is already booing and screaming fuck you
Erin Robbins: I'm not telling
MacNeill raises his hands in the air, saluting the fans, and then climbs down and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up, waiting for the bell to ring
As McNeill goes for a moment of silent reflection in the corner Havok slides into the ring behind him steel chair in hand, Cormac turns round
Erin Robbins: Holy Crack!
Freddy Whoa: No... Erin Look!
Freddy is making his way on top of the announce table to join Erin
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! He just took it! Cormac McNeill just took a full frontal point blank range chair shot to the face and didnt move a muscle!
Cormac grabs havok by the throat and looks at the ref
Cormac McNeill: Ding Ding?
The ref rings the bell and Cormac releases Havok who stumbles away to safety for now
Cormac McNeill: LISTEN TO ME, FIGHT ME! NO CHAIRS AND NO SHITE JUST FIGHT ME!
Havok spits at him and rushes Cormac hard in the corner with a velocity dripping forearm smash straight to the jaw!
Havok: OK, OK, I didnt wanna waste my time, but now, now I get really fuckin mean
Havok pulls Cormac to his knees and bounces off the ropes rushing at the back of cormacs head
Freddy Whoa: Holy shit what an elbow straight to the back of the head
Erin Robbins: Barely even a 1 count? Seriously what the hell is that thing!?
Havok hoists Cormac to his feet and positions him lifting the smaller but by no mean small man up and down with what could possibly be called a spike back drop driver
Erin Robbins: HE IS DONE! Neck broken, career over, DONE
No Cormac kicks out again, Havok stumbles backwards looking at the man as he sits up undertaker style, Havok runs the ropes and attempts a shining wizard knee to the face but Cormac avoids it and Havok is sent spiralling into the ropes, he bounces back and cormac is on his feet
Freddy Whoa: He calls that the stone of kings Erin
Erin Robbins: total desperation, he was nearly sent out of the ring by his own recoil
Cormac crawls to the cover
Havok is out safely at 2, Cormac is now on his feet, he positions Havok on his knees in the middle of the ring and proceeds to batter at the back of his head and kneck with his forearm
Erin and Freddy are still on the announce table
Freddy Whoa: These 2 literally want to hurt each other, I think Havok pissed off something a little to big this time
The crowd is screaming for more, Cormac is holding Havok by the top of the head and just kicking him in the face
Erin Robbins: I don't know if any of you watch Japenese wrestling out there but I know a lot of old men who would be smling widely right now watching this go... HOLY CRAP, WHAT WAS THAT THING!
What that was, was Havok lifting the 265 pound cormac up into the air and slamming him down hard between his legs in a makeshit pendulum driver, he lands in a cover
Erin Robbins: NO WE ARENT DONE YET, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT GUY IS!
Freddy Whoa: Thats Cormac McNeill, god help those who aren't 290 and have to face him, wait what
Cormac has managed to twist his body and has Havok in an angle not many get the chance to feel, luckily for them
Freddy Whoa: he caught him when they were tied up in that pile driver pin, I have never seen an arm bar appplied in that way before
Cormac is screaming as he torques hard on Havok's arm, Havok is jut straight screaming, he starts to twist and somehow ended up on his feet he pulls Cormac in for a short arm close line and the 2 men collide in the ring. Havok bounces himself off the ropes and runs shoulder first into Cormac who screams at him and doesn't budge an inch. He stands up straight in his face
Havok: COME ON THEN NEW BLOOD, HIT ME YA IRON BREW WORSHIPING PRICK!
Erin Robbins: Did Havok just come up with a Scottish diss!?
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Cormac obliges running the ropes twice and nailing the big man like a skateboarder hitting a brick wall, Cormac bounces back stunned
Erin Robbins: If he hits this its over
Cormac is fighting it and then out of nowhere using all the strength he has left in his neck flipping him over into a butterfly bridged pin
Freddy Whoa: and we are done here! Hey Erin
Erin Robbins: Yes Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: lets get off the table now
We open up outside Sarah Twilight's dressing room. Seth Lerch, already in his tuxedo, arrives at the door and knocks hesitantly.
Sarah Twilight: Come in.
Seth opens the door to find Sarah, not yet in her wedding dress. She looks up at him, sees who it is, and looks back down, not giving him much attention. Seth is carrying a large box and it looks like he's having a bit of trouble with it, indicating it is fairly heavy. It's wrapped.
Seth Lerch: Hey, Sarah.
Sarah Twilight: What do you want?
Seth Lerch: I, um... I just wanted you to have your wedding present. I know it's a little early, but I know after XIII you may be in a bad mood, and-
Sarah Twilight: What gave you THAT idea?
Seth pushes on.
Seth Lerch: -and well, I just thought that, all things considered, this might cheer you up.
Seth sets the box down in front of Sarah and backs up, watching her expectantly. Sighing to herself, she unwraps it, revealing a plain brown box. She opens it up and pulls out... a gravestone!?
Freddy Whoa: A gravestone? As a wedding gift? Is he mourning the loss of Eric Price's manhood?
Erin Robbins: HEY!
Sarah holds the gravestone up, though, and we can see that it says "RIP CRYOGENIX, 2013-2013" on it. She doesn't even crack a smile.
Seth Lerch: Don't you see? Jeff Purse and Corey Black be damned, Cryogenix is dead. The Polar Phantasm is gone, Orbit is gone... FPV is all that's left, and Steeltoe Joe showed him who's boss. We won! BRAVADO WON! SARAH TWILIGHT WON! Isn't that great?
Sarah shakes her head.
Sarah Twilight: I don't care about Cryogenix, Seth. I've NEVER cared about Cryogenix. All I care about is the World Title, around my waist where it belongs. I don't see what is so difficult to comprehend.
Seth is clearly disappointed Sarah didn't like his gift.
Seth Lerch: Erm... sorry. Cryogenix died not with a bang, but with a whimper, I almost didn't even realize it happened, you know? And.. I just thought..
Sarah Twilight: You thought wrong. Get out, leave me be, Seth. I've got a wedding to prepare for.
Seth shrugs and turns, leaving Sarah's dressing room.
"Freebird" by Lynyrd Skynyrd starts playing as NBK Inc. appears on the EPPWtron. A large NBK flag falls down and hangs over the ring. Out steps Adam Young and his trio of warriors, Prohibir el negro, Lucifer, and Pepper. The group heads towards the ring with the trademark icey stares as a white light hits only them and the rest of the arena is pitch black. They reach the ring and the ring fills with a fog as they all climb in. Adam laughs and the lights fade up.
Carry On by Avenged Sevenfold, The lights in the arena cut off as a voice booms through the PA system and says the following words, ‘Juliet…Uniform…Sierra…Tango…India…Charlie…Echo! WE…ARE…JUSTICE’, ‘Carry On’ by Avenged Sevenfold then blasts out of the PA system as Seifer Black Armstrong and Matthew Robinson burst out onto the stage wearing their normal ring gear with the latest black ‘Justice’ T-shirts and begin heading down the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way.
Kyle Steel: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of four hundred and eighty five pounds! Seifer Black Armstrong and Matthew Robinson! Justice!
Armstrong and Robinson reach the ring and slide under the bottom rope and climb opposite turnbuckles, Robinson raises his arms above his head whilst Armstrong stretches his arms out in the sign of the cross, tilting his head back and spitting silver mist into the air. The two then simultaneously remove their shirts and throws them into the crowd before climbing down, walking to the centre of the ring and double fist bumping each other as ‘Carry On’ fades out.
Erin Robbins: And here we go! Handicap match!
Lucifer starts for his team, and Seifer for his. They go to tie up but Lucifer pokes Seifer in the eyes. Lucifer picks Seifer up and goes for a Package Piledriver, but before he can hit it, Seifer reverses it with a Back Bodydrop. Lucifer hits the mat and turns around into a hard right hook from Seifer, followed by a Snap Suplex. Seifer stomps Lucifer briefly before pulling him into the corner of Robinson and making the tag.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes the Punisher. And no, I don't mean Thomas Jane, and DEFINITELY not Dolph Lundgren.
Robinson grapples Lucifer from behind and Armstrong Dropkicks him, as Robinson hits a German Suplex into a bridge pin!
Erin Robbins: What a move!
No!, both Prohibir El Negro and Pepper enter the ring. Pepper breaks it up as El Negro brawls with Seifer Black Armstrong.
Freddy Whoa: El Negro vs Black! Hey wait...
Armstrong Clotheslines Prohibir El Negro, sending both men flying over the top!
Erin Robbins: I checked a free online translation.. I think his name means "Prevent the Black." What's THAT supposed to mean? Is he a racist?
Freddy Whoa: Who knows...
In the ring, Lucifer and Pepper pick Robinson up and hit a Double Suplex before Pepper leaves the ring. Lucifer then tags Pepper in. Pepper comes in and lifts Robinson up. He throws him to the ropes... BIG BOOT!
Erin Robbins: No! Robinson ducks it!
Robinson ducks it, keeps running. Pepper turns and gets a Lou Thesz Press!, followed by the trademark mounted punches!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! The fans are loving it!
Robinson gets up, on fire!, and ducks a wild swing from Pepper. He then executes a Full Nelson Slam, and into the pin!
NO! Now it is Lucifer that breaks it up!
Erin Robbins: No matter what, Justice is going to have the numbers working against them.
The referee yells at Lucifer that he'll throw this match out, and Lucifer gets back on the apron. Both Robinson and Pepper brawl until Pepper goes to whip Robinson into the ropes, Robinson reverses it, and then hits a Spinebuster as he comes back! Robinson tags in Armstrong.
Freddy Whoa: Tag! Here comes Seifer!
Seifer climbs to the top and flies off with a Guillotine Legdrop! He pins Pepper.
No! Pepper kicks out.
Erin Robbins: An actual kickout without interference from one of the other NBTs! Can they be beat!?
Armstrong lifts Pepper up... but Pepper hits a Low Blow. The fans boo as Pepper goes and tags in Prohibir El Negro. El Negro Springboards into the match and hits Armstrong with a Dropkick, sending him flying back. He then grabs him and wraps him up for the Gringo Killer!
Freddy Whoa: This'll end it!
But no, Armstrong pushes Negro away. Negro hits the ropes, bounces back, and gets a kick in the gut followed by a Gutwrench Slam! Negro stumbles up and Armstrong throws him to the turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: What is Armstrong going for here?
Armstrong lifts Negro up, gives him a stiff jab to the stomach, then climbs up with him... lifts him up...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! SUPERPLEX!
SEIFER HITS IT! He quickly rolls ontop of Negro and pins him, hooking the leg.
NO! Both of the other members of NBK enter the ring and break it up as Adam Young cheers them on. Matthew Robinson enters the ring and Lucifer and Pepper quickly Clothesline him and throw him out.
Erin Robbins: Yup... Here is that numbers game again.
Freddy Whoa: NBK Inc. is going to steal this! Or.. are going to steal this? I'm not sure.
Lucifer and Pepper lift Armstrong up and throw him to the ropes... THEY HIT A 3D!
Erin Robbins: 3D, DEATH DROP!
Negro goes for the pin!
NO! Armstrong kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! How'd he kick out of that!?
Negro lifts Armstrong up and irish whips him. Armstrong reverses the whip, however, sends Negro into the NBK corner. This knocks the other NBK members off the apron. Negro stumbles out and then Armstrong lifts him up...
Erin Robbins: FADE TO BLACK!
He hits the Burning Hammer! Armstrong goes for the pin.
Ding ding ding!
Freddy Whoa: Justice prevails here tonight!
The bell sounds as Armstrong gets to his feet, raising his arms in the air. Robinson joins him and celebrates as well as we go to commercial.
A drum beat rolls...
Freddy Whoa: Uh-oh.
"Stop When The Red Lights Flash" by Green Day rolls through the speaker and splashes loud noise all over the ears of the audience. Many fans anticipate the arrival of Logan yet never get it.
Erin Robbins: Where is Logan? I thought he was coming out here.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe someone backstage bumped into a button.
Erin Robbins: What?
Freddy Whoa: Maybe like two people were doing the nasty and someone's butt cheek smacked a button to play a random entrance song.
Erin Robbins: ... what?
The jumbotron displays an image of Logan backstage in the hall holding a microphone to his mouth.
Logan: Up here, boudles.
His theme music fades to a close.
Logan: I'm not coming down to the ring just for you trashcans. What if there is a masked man hiding underneath it and he wants to touch my jumbo hotdog of treachery? SHUT UP! And besides, if you wanted to see the ticket master come out there and talk trash you should have bought two tickets. One for Slam and one just to see Mr. WCF.
Some cheers, some boos. Some people like being called trashcans.
Logan: I didn't pick up this microphone to waste the breath of treachery on you boudles. No. It's time we talked about ME.
Freddy Whoa: Oh bo -
Logan: SHUT UP! You know at first I thought this little EPPW bullshit was just a phase, something Seth Lerch pushed aside and let happen because he was bored and needed to free up some time to watch Logan DVD's. But now, I realize... this isn't a phase, this is a trashcan full of soiled Eric Price underwear. Who the hell is Eric Price anyway besides nothing more than a poser? First he takes over the company. Didn't I do that? And now he's running around shouting shut up at the top of his lungs whenever he gets the chance. What's next, Price? You going to start calling yourself the pee pants of treachery? SHUT UP! BOUDLE!
Erin Roberts? Pee pants of treachery?!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
Logan: And that's exactly what this company has boiled down to, a bunch of posers, wannabes, people who actually THINK they're hot shit. Let me tell you fuck-heads something, nobody here is even comparable to me, none of you have a clue how to stay relevant ten years from now much less win a War three times let alone win one.
His nostrils flare, his breathing intensifies, and his eyebrows sink down highlighting the hatred in his eyes.
Logan: That's why I'm talking right now. I'm giving everyone here a warning. You can think whatever you want about me, but at the end of September I get my shot to become champion and lead this place into a new era - an era without EPPW, and I'm not taking that shot lightly. I'm through calling this place EPPW, tired of it, and at War I'm going to show everyone the beginning of the end of EPPW. This is WCF. MY WCF -
Joe Smith: Hey Logan.
Smith nonchalantly passes in front of Logan during the segment, blocking his view from the camera, and continuing his descent down the hall. However before out of Logan's reach, Logan's glare shifts from the lens of the camera fed to the jumbotron to Joe Smith, and Logan's hand slaps Joe Smith over the back of the head.
Joe Smith: Ow! What the hell, man?!
Logan shakes his head in disbelief, turning his back to Joe, and walking away from the camera leaving it to die off from the jumbotron.
Joe Smith: What did I do?!
Freddy Whoa: We are at that point, of the show, where we are coming up to the tag team bout between half of Angels of Death against Tyler Walker and Biohazard.
Erin Robbins: Things seems to be a tad frustrating for the AoD, as of late. No one can claim that The Angels of Death are not trying, because they are. Things just haven't been going their way, as of late.
Freddy Whoa: I forgot to mention... but, how in the heck could anyone forget to mention you...
The camera pans to the right of Freddy Whoa. Oblivion is sitting for commentary.
Erin Robbins: I wanted to tell you, Oblivion, that you fought hard and well, despite your loss at XIII against Corey Black.
Oblivion: Thank you, Erin. It was a very brutal match and as you can see, IT has bruises and stitches that are taped up. Both Black and The Monster are definitely feeling the effect of that brutal cage match.
The lights, in the arena, dim as pyrotechnics explode along the runway and from the four corner posts.
Oblivion: Well, here we go!! LET'S GO AOD!!
Red lights go over the crowd.'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the jumbo-tron as Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain. As soon as Night Rider steps out, 'Orion' blends into 'Angel of Darkness' by Alex C and Yasmin K. You can hear sounds of whinnying horses, as two balls of fire comes down from the rafters and hit the stage, setting it ablaze. The Deathbringer Denise d'Evil comes out onto the entrance stage dressed in black. Night Rider stands there waiting and they make their way towards the ring.
Kyle Steel: Coming down the ring... first with a combined weight of 473 pounds.... They represent the Angels of Death. Night Rider and "The Deathbringer" Denise D'Evil!!
Flames roll down both sides, of the entrance ramp. Cold hatred burns in their eyes as they step through the ropes. The Deathbringer removes her long dark cloak as they wait for their opponents.
Freddy Whoa: They look pretty determined. Now, it's time for their opponents!!
Breakdown by Biohazard plays and the crowd inside the Garrett Coliseum erupt with thunderous cheers. Biohazard comes out quickly to the entrance stage and looks around the Coliseum.
Oblivion: This kid is quick!! He is prototype of what luchadores are. Expect a lot of action from Biohazard, tonight!!
Kyle Steel: From Mexico City, Mexico. Weighing in at 210 pounds. THIS... IS... BI-IO-OHA-AZA-ARD!!
As yellow and purple lights flash, Biohazard trots down to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans. The Mexico city native is about to slide into the ring, as Night Rider and Denise D'evil charges. Biohazard decides to wait outside the ring for his tag team partner. Biohazard points to the side of his head.
Freddy Whoa: Smart move by Biohazard to wait for Tyler Walker.
Oblivion: Very smart move!! LET'S GO RIDER!! LET'S GO D'EVIL!!
"I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel begins to play over the sound system. The crowd immediately begins to boo. Tyler Walker emerges from the back with white pyros at the entrance ramp. He's wearing his black and gold letterman jacket with "TW" embroidered in the front, "TY WALKER" on the back. He's also wearing black shades, a white tank top and his black shorts with "TW" written around the belt line. Black boots and has his wrists taped. He slowly makes his way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Making his way down to the ring... From Santa Monica, California. Weighing in at 275 pounds. He is The Beast... T-Y-YLER-ER-R-R WA-AAL-ALKER-ER-ER-R-R!!
Oblivion: Now, this is one nasty individual!!
With a cocky smile on his face, bobbing his head to his music, he ignores the fans as he makes his way down to the ring. When he hits the ring, he climbs on the apron, drops his jacket to ringside, and does a few body builder poses, as more white pyros blast off. He enters the ring through the ropes and removes his tank top and shades, throwing them to ringside before getting ready to fight.
Erin Robbins: While the two teams determine who is gonna start off this match, we have two championship matches as Jordan Caliban defends his WCF Internet Championship against Eli the Kid and John Barber defends the WCF Television Championship against Deuce Maximus.
Oblivion: Now, it doesn't matter who starts off for the AoD. Either way, they will still have the advantage!!
Freddy Whoa: It looks like both team have decided who will start off this match up. Night Rider will square off against Tyler Walker.
Both Night Rider and Tyler Walker circle around the center of the ring, as they both snarl and star at one another.
Tyler Walker: You and your little girlfriend over there are gonna go down... AGAIN!!
Night Rider: You can kiss my ass!!
Both men snarl and growl right as they charge at each other. Walker looks over at the commentary table and sees Oblivion.
Tyler Walker: Hey there, champ!! Maybe I should come after you and that Hardcore Championship!!
Oblivion: If i were you, I would stop talking to me, you idiot and concentrate on the matter at hand!!
Night Rider spins Tyler Walker around...
Freddy Whoa: A stiff fist to the jaw.
Oblivion: IT tried to tell him!!
Walker grabs the side of his face and both men charge at each other. They collide in the center, of the ring. A camera gets close enough to hear what the two are saying to each other...
Tyler Walker: Your breath smells like shit!!
Night Rider: We're gonna kick both off your asses.
Tyler Walker: No way!! No way!!
Both men push back and forth against each other, trying to gain some of advantage. WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser watches the action like a hawk.
Freddy Whoa: Oh goodness gracious, what now?!
Denise D'Evil enters the ring and immediately the referee runs over to her to prevent her from entering inside the ring.
Oblivion: That's right!! Good girl!!
Freddy Whoa: What do you mean... "Good girl?"
Oblivion: She was doing her job!!
Stanley Moser: WHOA!! WHOA!! You can't enter the ring. Get out!! Get out now!! ONE!! TWO!!
Night Rider grabs Walker by the back of the hair and pull him towards a nearby corner. Rider pushes Walker against the turnbuckles.
Tyler Walker: AoD sucks!!
Night Rider: We're gonna kick your asses!!
Oblivion stands up.
Oblivion: Tyler Walker sucks.
Erin Robbins: You better concentrate on the match, Monster. That Stanley Moser is one cranky individual.
Stanley Moser turns around, after The Deathbringer leaves the ring to go back into her corner. The referee rushes over to the two gentlemen in the corner.
Stanley Moser: ALRIGHT YOU TWO!! LET'S GO!! LET GO OF EACH OTHER!!
Night Rider back away from Walker. The Beast taunts Night Rider.
Tyler Walker: Everyone think Angels of Death sucks!!!
In the process, Walker flips off Night rider. Night Rider roars out then charges at Tyler Walker...
Freddy Whoa: GOOD GOD!!
Oblivion: THAT'S RIGHT!! KICK HIS ASS!!
Erin Robbins: Night Rider charges and nails Tyler Walker with a massive boot to the face, knocking The Beast down to the mat.
Night Rider was about to charge at downed Tyler Walker, who was near the bottom turnbuckle, the referee stops Rider in his tracks.
Stanley Moser: Back off Night Rider!!
Moser looks at Walker.
Stanley Moser: C'mon Walker let's go.
The Beast stands up and charges at an already charging Night Rider.
Night Rider hits Walker with a massive clothesline. Walker stands up...
Freddy Whoa: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!
Oblivion: Poetry in motion there!!
Night Rider picks up Walker...
Erin Robbins: The Beast hits a backhand to the mid-section of his opponent, then quickly after a stiff jab to the face of Night Rider, which causes him to stumble back.
Oblivion: Hey Moser!! What kind of crap was that?!? DQ his ass!!
Tyler Walker charges Night Rider...
Freddy Whoa: A HU-U-UGE BACK BODY DROP!!
Rider grabs Walker and tags in The Deathbringer...
Erin Robbins: The tag has been made.
Oblivion: Now, the action is about to pick up!!
Night Rider Irish whips Tyler Walker into the ropes. Walker bounces off the ropes and Night Rider dips down so Walker has to hop over him. Walker's momentum causes to continue his stride and bounce off the ropes, at the other end of the ring. Tyler Walker bounces off the ropes....
Freddy Whoa: A QUICK RELEASE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!
The momentum of the throw causes Tyler Walker to roll and quick stand up and run towards Night Rider...
Oblivion: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!
Erin Robbins: WHERE IN THE HELL SHE COME FROM?! THAT'S RIGHT!! Night Rider tagged her in.
Walker buckles over from that spear. The Deathbringer slowly stalks The Beast....
Tyler Walker grabbed D'Evil by the front of her tights and threw her into his team's corner.
Freddy Whoa: Tyler Walker tags in Biohazard.
Oblivion: GET OUT OF THERE, DENISE!!
Biohazard grabs Denise D'Evil and tosses her into the ropes...
Erin Robbins: FLYING LEG SCISSORS!!!
Biohazard jumps up onto D'Evil's shoulders...
Freddy Whoa: HURRICANRANA!!
Oblivion: LET'S GO DEATHBRINGER!!
Biohazard picks up Denise D'Evil...
Erin Robbins: DDT!!
Freddy Whoa: Looks like Biohazard is going to fly!!
The luchadore runs over to a nearby corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle and instantly, not wasting any time...
Oblivion: THAT'S RIGHT!! HE MISSED!!
Erin Robbins: Biohazard missed with the frogsplash.
Denise D'Evil slowly gets up and grabs for Biohazard...
Oblivion: A backhand slap then a spinning roundhouse kick.
Biohazard drops to the mat and Deathbringer quickly bolts for the corner...
Erin Robbins: What does she have in mind?!
Freddy Whoa: Knowing Ms. Denise D'Evil, anything possible!!
Oblivion: Guillotine Leg Drop. Yes. Guillotine Leg Drop!!
Freddy Whoa: What a gosh darn moment!!
Tyler Walker walked over and pushed her off the turnbuckles.
Erin Robbins: There's the tag from Biohazard.
Tyler Walker grabs for Ms. D'Evil...
Freddy Whoa: ROUNDHOUSE KICK!! That kick has dropped Walker down to one knee...
Erin Robbins: DDT!
Walker is down on the mat.
Oblivion: Now, there goes my girl!! GO DENISE!!
Denise D'Evil runs to a nearby corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: Guillotine Leg Drop!!
The Deathbringer stands up and spins around and pops Biohazard.....
Erin Robbins: ROUNDHOUSE KICK ON BIOHAZARD!!
Oblivion: LUCHADORE DOWN!! LUCHADORE DOWN!!
Denise D'Evil runs over to Night Rider.
Freddy Whoa: Tag has been made!!
D'Evil Irish whips Walker into the ropes...
Oblivion: SHOULDER BLOCK!!
Tyler Walker stands up and wobbles around....
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Biohazard!!
Erin Robbins: And there goes Denise D'Evil!!
The Death Bringer dropkicks Biohazard down to the mat. D'Evil picks up her opponant nad...
Walker continues to stumble around, as Night Rider is on the top of a corner. Walker turns around....
Oblivion: Guillotine!! A flying clothesline from the top rope!!
Night Rider hits his opponent hard and they both hit the mat hard!! Night Rider is the first to stand up and he grabs for Tyler Walker...
Freddy Whoa: Night Rider is taking Tyler Walker to the top turnbuckle!!
Oblivion: THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME!!
Night Rider grabs Walker in what would describe as an inverted ddt position...
Oblivion: FACE FIRST DDT!!
Erin Robbins: Night Rider makes the cover.
Freddy Whoa: And Night Rider picks up the win!
The bell sounds as Night Rider and Denise D'Evil begin to celebrate.
Oblivion: Well, here comes the fun part!!
Erin looks at Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: What did Oblivion mean by "fun part"?
Erin Robbins: Beats me. How should I know what that crazy freak is thinking.
Oblivion enters the rings, as Tyler Walker and Biohazard are on the outside of the ring.
Erin Robbins: I have a feeling about this.
Freddy Whoa: What do you mean?
Erin Robbins: Just watch.
Denise and Night Rider stand in the middle of the ring, as Biohazard and Tyler Walker leave the ring. The crowd begins to cheer as the two of them pace in the middle of the ring, and Oblivion comes through the crowd. He climbs over the barricade and slides into the ring. Denise calls for three mics and leans on the ropes after she is handed them. She hands one to Night Rider and the other to Oblivion.
Freddy Whoa: What are they going to do?
Erin Robbins: I don't know, but whatever it is it can't be good.
Denise: What a match huh?
The crowd cheers and she smiles as she looks around at the sold out crowd.
Denise D'Evil: I'm glad that you enjoyed it. Tonight is the start of something that no one will be able to stop here in the WCF. You see the AoD's have had an epiphany! We've been laughed at, looked down on, and pushed around but no more!
Night Rider: That's right! We have proven here tonight that we are a more determined, and dangerous AoD! We are not going to stop until we get what we want!
Oblivion: All you Meatsacks better take notice!! Now, you know how they feel... IT'S ABOUT TIME THAT WCF KNOWS HOW OBLIVION FEELS!! The Monster busts IT's ass week after week after week!! IT has this Hardcore Championship, to prove to everyone in the back that The Monster Oblivion is the true hardcore minster in this business!! It's about time that the Angels of Death gets the respect that we deserve!! What do you say Deathbringer?!
Denise looks at the crowd who is now in a mix of cheers and boos. She smirks and looks at Night Rider. The two of them had a match that had come out of nowhere, and let the rest of the locker room know they were playing for keeps now.
Denise D'Evil: From day one I had a hard time gaining the respect of those around me, and I know I'm tired of it that's for sure. Every time that we get close to having the Tag Titles they somehow slip through our grasp, or any title for that matter. Not any more! This company will fall to their knees and thank us for saving them from the pathetic fools that hold them now! Oblivion has HIS title back and that's where it will stay!
Night Rider: Take a lesson from what you have seen here tonight! This is a warning to everyone in the back. Ana Valentine learned that the hard way here tonight, when Denise bashed her pretty little head in. This is only the beginning!
Oblivion: YES... THIS.... IS THE... BEGINNING!!
Orion by Metallica starts to play
Oblivion goes to Night Rider and they fist bump along with a quick "bro hug". Oblivion goes to Denise D'Evil and gives her a gentle hug.
Freddy Whoa: Well, it looks like the AoD has put the WCF on notice.
Erin Robbins: Well, it's about time!! AoD has not been given any respect by anyone.
One by one it looks as if everyone is about to leave the ring....
The crowd inside the Garret Coliseum go completely insane.
Freddy Whoa: WHAT THE HELL?!?!?
Oblivion grabs Denise D'Evil and pushes her into a corner.
Oblivion: Denise... GET OUT OF THE WAY!! YOU'RE IN DANGER!!
The Deathbringer hits the turnbuckles hard and falls down to one knee.
Oblivion: DAMN IT!!
Night Rider: NO-O-O-O-O-O!!!
Night Rider goes running towards The Monster.
Oblivion: NO-O-O-O!! DAMN IT!! DON'T MAKE ME MAKE THIS DECISION!!
Oblivion grabs Night Rider by the legs, at first, but grabs for the head...
Erin Robbins: WHAM!! BOOM!! BLACK HOLE!!
Denise D'Evil bolts towards, screaming. She proceeds to bang her fists on IT's chest.
Denise D'Evil: WHY?! WHY?!
Oblivion doesn't say anything.
Denise D'Evil: LOOK AT ME!!
Oblivion looks towards The Deathbringer.
Oblivion: I'M SORRY!!
The Monster turns IT's attention towards Ms. D'Evil, with heated intense anger. Oblivion grabs both sides of her head, with both of IT's monstrous mitts, just screaming at her. But, without any hesitation....
Freddy Whoa: What does Oblivion have in IT's right hand.
A camera tries to do a close up on the object in the right hand of Oblivion.
Denise D'Evil: WHA-A-A-A....
Erin Robbins: The Monster just clamped down one half of a pair of hand cuffs on the left hand of The Deathbringer.
Denise D'Evil: NO-O-O-O!!
Oblivion: It's for your own safety!!
The Deathbringer just screams, as disappointed and betrayal tears stream down her face.
Denise D'Evil: NO-O-O!! DAMN IT, OBLIVION!! NO-O-O WHY?!
Oblivion takes the other end of the handcuffs and clips then down over the middle ring rope.
Denise D'Evil: NO... OBLIVION!! DON'T DO IT!! YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS!!
Oblivion goes to Night Rider and grabs his disoriented face.
Night Rider: WHY?! WHY NOW?!? WE WERE GOING TO TAKE IT TO WCF!! WE HAD PLANS!! You were my friend!! WE WERE A FAMILY!!
Oblivion screams at Night Rider while squeezing his face....
Oblivion: YOU MADE ME DO THIS!!!
Oblivion stomps the mid-section of Night Rider...
Night Rider: NO-O-O-O!!
While being handcuffed, Denise D'Evil screams....
Denise D'Evil: NO-O-O-O!! DON'T DO IT!! OBLI-I-IVI-ION!!
After kicking Night Rider in the mid-section, The Monster puts Night Rider on his shoulders. In one quick motion, Oblivion knocks the legs of his left shoulder and slams Night Rider down with an cutter.
Erin Robbins: 5150!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Freddy Whoa: I don't... believe this!!
Out of nowhere, Vengeance runs into the ring....
Erin Robbins: IT'S VENGEANCE!!
Erin Robbins: BLACK HOLE!!!
Oblivion walks towards Ms. D'Evil....
Freddy Whoa: Oh God, what does this monster have in mind for The Deathbringer?!
Oblivion leaves the ring, through the top and middle ring ropes...
Freddy Whoa: WHEW!!
Oblivion smiles and proceeds to go back inside the ring and walks towards Denise D'Evil.
Erin Robbins: OH NO!!
Oblivion walks up to The Deathbringer and says to her....
Oblivion: When he wakes up, tell Rider that The Monster is out!!! But, I'm telling you, Denise, that I am sorry for this!! It's not about you. It's about the AoD. I'M OUT!!
A small portion, of the crowd, reacts with shock. But, the majority, of the crowd, reacts with explosive cheers. Some of them chant out...
Some of the crowd: 'BOUT DAMN TIME!! 'BOUT DAMN TIME!! 'BOUT DAMN TIME!! 'BOUT DAMN TIME!!
Erin Robbins: Well, it looks as if the crowd agrees.
Oblivion walks up the entrance ramp, continuing to look at the ring with broken bodies and a completely disappointed Denise D'Evil.
Eric Price is shown still in his tuxedo walking around the concession stands near the front of the arena along with Sarah Twilight who had competed a bit ago.
Eric Price: I’m parched, I think I’ll get a drink. You want anything Sarah? Come on.
Eric and Sarah both walk toward the concession stand and see someone turned around there not facing the customers
Eric Price: Hey buddy, I’ll have…
The attendant turns around and Eric immediately notices it’s Jeff Purse
Jeff Purse: What can I…
Eric Price: Hahahahaha!!!
Jeff Purse: Oh God.
Eric Price: Well well well … how the mighty have fallen. But really, you were never all that mighty were you Jeffy? So after I fire you, this is where you end up, working at a concession stand in this dump selling popcorn and drinks?
Jeff Purse: Still better than working for you.
Eric smirks at Jeff
Eric Price: Sure it is Jeff, sure it is. Why don’t you get me a drink and some popcorn?
Jeff Purse: I suppose.
Jeff pours Eric a soda and get him a small bag of popcorn
Jeff Purse: So Eric … you’re finally getting married, huh?
Eric Price: Yes, I’m so excited!
Jeff Purse: And since obviously you have no luck with women, you gave up and decided to ask Sarah Twilight to marry you.
Jeff laughs at Eric a bit as Eric just looks at him with a scowl on his face
Eric Price: You’re just jealous that I’m marrying her and not you. By the way, how’s Kari doing? You supporting her in that trailer park with your popcorn vendor money?
Jeff just laughs once again at Eric
Jeff Purse: At least I have a woman, I can’t say the same for you considering you’re the bitch in your relationship.
Eric looks infuriated now as Sarah interjects between them
Sarah Twilight: Hey Jeff … I’d watch your words asshole! Remember when I ran your ass over? How about I finish the job?
Jeff simply smirks and then slaps the taste out of Sarah’s mouth. Sarah looks positively infuriated as she’s about to lunge at Jeff, Eric quickly grabs her and tries to restrain her as best he can.
Eric Price: NO! NO! Sarah, he’s just trying to provoke you to sue us so that then we have to rehire him by force but we’re not going to play his little game!
Sarah Twilight: That piece of shit slapped me! NO ONE EMBARRASSES ME!
Eric Price: I understand that Sarah but you’ll just give him what he wants if you decide to hit him back, let’s leave him here working in his little popcorn stand for minimum wage.
Eric smirks at Jeff as he tries to push Sarah to go with him. Sarah oddly enough accepts this and moves on
Sarah Twilight: I won’t waste my time on this bitch anyway and it’s not because you told me to Eric, it’s because I decided not to fight him.
Eric Price: That’s fine. Oh Jeff, before I forget, remember, I fired you in the interest of fairness and in the name of fair leadership and I want you to know right now that you are welcome!
Eric smiles at Jeff as he walks away with Sarah as Jeff simply looks on at both of them with a smirk on his face
Jeff Purse: Good luck then Mr. and Mrs. Twilight!
Eric frowns at this but decides to ignore the provocation and keep on walking as the scene switches back to ringside
Freddy Whoa: So … Jeff Purse is now working as a popcorn vendor?
Erin Robbins: Well … he was fired and showing that he has no employable skills and his uselessness, he now works for minimum wage and yet he continues to disrespect our magnanimous leader. The nerve of some people!
Freddy Whoa: Mr. and Mrs. Twilight, that’s funny!
Erin Robbins: Please, highly disrespectful is what that was.
Kyle Steel: The following Contest is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under No Disqualification rules.
Dr. feelgood by Mötley Crüe hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Introducing First From Griffen, Georgia Weighing in at 245 lbs. Doc “The Cock” Henry!
Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.
Crowd: DOC DOC DOC DOC.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa the crowd here is going wild for Doc Henry they really love him him this is a re match from last week but this time its under no DQ Rules this should be fun.
Erin Robbins: Who cares what these people think Doc got lucky last week Tek is goin to come out here and use the No DQ to his advantage.
The arena goes pitch black. “Anchor” plays and blue neon lights come on and point to the stage where Tek is at standing looking right at the ring.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent, “The Cold Blooded” TEK!
He makes is way down the ramp to the crowd booing him. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around at the crowd, he walks to the ring and gets on the apron and sits on the ropes looking at the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: Tek looks to get some revenge after losing to Doc last week but the question is does the NO DQ rule favor better Doc or TEK
Erin Robbins: well of course it favors Tek Especially after Doc beating Tek last week this will be fun.
The bell rings and the match is under way as Tek and Doc go after each other and Tek gets the upper hand to start off the match Tek has Doc in a Headlock and is wrenching on Doc's neck then Doc and Tek move backwards towards the ropes and Doc Throws Tek off of him as Tek goes of the opposite side of the ropes and is heading back Doc Catches him with a DDT much to the crowd's delight.
Crowd: DOC DOC DOC DOC.
Freddy Whoa: The fans are going nuts.
Erin Robbins: these fans are nothing but fat losers who are to drunk to know who to cheer for
Crowd: BOO BOO BOO
The crowd booing at Erin's comments as Doc goes for the pin the ref counts 1 and the match continues with Doc going back on the Attack looking to go for a DDT again only for Tek to get out of it and nail DOC with a Low Blow as the crowd boo Tek heavily for the dirty tactics.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on i know its NO DQ but that's to low as anyone can get.
Erin Robbins: Freddy Shut up Teks doing what he can to win this match and like u Said its NO DQ anything goes.
Tek Goes for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Doc's not done yet he's gonna win this one for sure.
Erin Robbins: Don't be to sure Freddy Tek looks furious now.
Tek Goes outside and looks under the ring pulls a table out but its not what he's looking for finally Tek finds a Kendo Stick and Brings it to the ring and waits for DOC to fully get up as soon as Doc Get up and turn around Tek whacks Doc square on his Head knocking him back down on the mat and attacks again and again and again with anger and rage in ever shot Tek goes for the pin again.
Erin Robbins: oh come on Ref that was a Three get your eyes checked.
Freddy Whoa: not quite Erin Doc got hit shoulders up in time, but Whoa look at all that blood pouring out of Docs Head, Mary has a worried look on her face.
Doc is covered in his Own blood After the vicious Shots by Tek who is getting more frustrated goes back for the table and tosses it into the ring and then goes and grabs a chairs from under the ring as Tek gets back into the ring Doc is back up and Hits a big boot on the Chair straight into Tek's face knocking him from the ring much to the delight of the crowd, Now Doc is Pumping up the crowd who is going Wild for Doc.
Crowd: DOC DOC DOC DOC.
While Tek is recovery from the Chair shot on the floor Doc Sets the Table up in the corner Tek is Coming to and Doc notices it heads to the outside and grabs another Chair and goes after Tek nailing him in the back over and over and over again.
Freddy Whoa: The Crowd is going wild For Doc.
Erin Robbins: come on ref get him off of Tek This is Wrong.
Freddy Whoa: Now now Erin NO DQ rules anything goes.
Doc throws Tek Back in the ring and goes for the pin.
Doc Goes back to Tek and sets him up against the table looks to Spear Tek thru the table Doc backs up to the opposite corner and takes off and spears Tek thru the table and the crowd is loving it but both men are down and neither one is moving the ref starts the count them both out.
Freddy Whoa: Tek looks to be out but Doc isnt pinning him yet is he, he is he's going to the top rope looks to be going for his patient All-In.
Erin Robbins: Come on Tek Get out of the way.
Doc is on the top rope and takes off and hits Tek with the All-In and goes for the pin.
Dr. Feelgood hits
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner Doc “The Cock” Henry!
Mary Helps Doc out of the ring as the ref comes by and raises his hand as the crowd goes wild for The Doc wins the match.
Crowd: DOC DOC DOC DOC.
Freddy Whoa: Two weeks in a row and Tek justcant get the job done What a great Win by The Doc.
Erin Robbins: what an animal Doc is nothing but a maniac and should be locked up.
Freddy Whoa: Shut up Erin NO DQ is NO DQ all was fair game.
Doc Henry is in the ring on his knees after a hard fought match, when from the crowd comes Lucifer who slides in and cracks Doc over the head with a branding iron. Adam Young walks down the aisle and runs his right thumb across his throat. Lucifer nails Doc with Ole Smokey.
Adam Young: A eye for a eye Doc, you've been warned stay out of our business.
Erin Robbins: What is this!? Come on, even I don't think this is right. Somebody should-
"Oops, I Did It Again" by Britney Spears hits.
Freddy Whoa: Uh...
All of a sudden, someone very familiar runs out from the back...
Erin Robbins: MR. HAPPY IS BACK!
Mr. Jack Happy slides into the ring from out of nowhere. Lucifer turns around and gets a stiff punch, the branding iron going flying.
Freddy Whoa: For a man that large, he sure did get to the ring fast!
Happy hits several slaps in a row, following up with an uppercut slap to the jaw.
Erin Robbins: He's Slap Happy!
Happy finishes up by hitting Lucifer with the Happy Daze! Lucifer then rolls out and regroups with Adam Young as Mr. Happy helps Doc to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: What a bizarre turn of events.
The wrestling fans chant "HAPPY!" as we go to commercial.
Angel of Darkness begins to play, and the crowd begins to roar as Denise appears at the back of the entrance way. She makes her way down the ramp with a mic in hand, and heads toward the ring.
Freddy Whoa: What is Denise doing out here?
Erin Robbins: I don't know, but what after what happened last week between her and Ana Valentine I have a feeling that's what it's about.
Denise reaches the ring, and slides in under the ropes, as her music cuts off she paces back and forth in the middle of the ring.
Denise D'Evil: Hello Montgomery Alabama. I know you are all wondering what I'm doing out here tonight aren't you?
The crowd roars to life once again, and Denise smiles as she looks toward the entrance.
Denise D'Evil: Well lets go to the footage shall we?
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.
The screen fades out, and the crowd cheers once again, as Denise looks around at the crowd.
Denise D'Evil: Ana got the upper hand last week, but I will get the bounty that is on her head no matter what it takes. Ana I know you're back there, and it's time to end this right now!
Denise looks at the entrance and leans on the ropes waiting for her to appear. The crowd begin to cheer;
WE WANT ANA - [CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP]!
Denise D'Evil: That's what I figured. She can't even come out and face me. I knew you were nothing more than a pretender Ana.
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. The crowd bursts to life with cheers and Ana blows some kisses out to the crowd with a soft, almost cocky smirk. She raises a hand, silently requesting her music cut, Ana smiles fully and slowly raises the mic to her lips.
Ana Valentine: Denise why are you wasting mine and EPPW's valuable time by calling me out here? You know you can't beat me, what are you, some pathetic little emo kid with a fantasy belief system so ridiculous I almost wanna call up my old pal Dr. Preston and have you held under review. But I digress, you can't beat me Denise, so unless you want to replace my destroying you with your own self harming, what's the point?!
Freddy Whoah: Wow that's a little bit below the belt don't you think?
Erin Robbins: I don't know... I think Ana might be right.
Denise looks down at the mat, and then back at Ana who is standing steadfast on the ramp.
Denise D'Evil: Do you even listen to yourself talk? I mean I've seen your matches and I'm surprised that you even know how to pin someone.
Ana Valentine: Are you serious? If you have seen my matches then you know, you are punching WELL above your weight right now. So again I ask, what are you doing out here?! Don't you have to go and dust Night Rider's balls off?
Erin Robbins: Ouch! That is a good one!
Freddy Whoa: It's getting pretty catty out here isn't it?
Ana slowly takes a couple of steps down the ramp and Denise moves right up against the ropes.
Ana Valentine: I tell you what, I'll even give you one free shot, so come on... lets go!
Denise D'Evil: Unlike you, I want it to be a fair fight.
Ana laughs, and begins to slowly walk down the ramp towards the ring, as she does so, Denise slips out of the ring and onto the floor with graceful ease.
Ana Valentine: Oh look at me, I'm so emo that I have to dress in black, and talk about things that never happened to me. Denise you are the most pathetic person that I have ever seen, and that's why...
Ana's speech is cut short when, as she reaches the bottom of the ramp, Denise slides under the ring and out of sight!!!
Ana Valentine: I knew it, I knew you were a chicken shit little bitch...
Ana stalks slowly around the ring, the crowd laughing with her as she calls out in a little girly voice
Ana Valentine: Ohhhh Deeeennniiiisssseeee.... Come out come out wherever you-
Ana's voice is cut off as Denise suddenly springs up behind her with a baseball bat in her hand! Before Ana can react, Denise smashes the bat full force across the back of Ana's skull, the impact makes a sickening thudding noise and Ana falls face first into the steel steps, busting open the stitches across her nose as she falls. Ana just manages to turn onto her back, to protect the damaged area on her head, before the attack continues.
Freddy Whoa: WOAH! Now that, is how Denise handles her issues....
As blood begins to pout from Ana's nose, Denise takes the bat to Ana, striking her hard across the face, busting open the wound on her head, both of Ana's fresh XIII injuries now open and pouring, the head wound pours blood into Ana's eyes, making it impossible to tell where the shots from the bat are heading until the connect. Denise smashes the bat across Ana's midsection a few times, before she discards the bat and grabs Ana by the hair, slamming the back of her head into the steel steps, Ana is out cold as Denise begins slamming big heavy boots into her ribs and head. The fire by Rev Theory hits and John Barber comes darting down the ramp, he grabs an unaware Denise by her hair and the back of her shirt and throws her into the barrier, Denise springs up almost immediately, but Barber is now standing over Ana, making threatening motions at Denise, who cuts her losses and makes her way slowly up the ramp, backing up slowly she laughs as she reaches the ramp. When Denise reaches the ramp, she notices some of Ana's blood on the back of her hand, she pauses and slowly licks the blood off with a smile, before disappearing backstage. Barber waits until Denise is gone from the stage before he turns and drops to one knee, trying in vain to wake Ana before calling for a medic, screaming at the official to hurry up, cradling Ana's head carefully in his arms.
Erin Robbins: Wow, who knows.... maybe Denise has made good on that bounty after all...
Freddy Woah: Nah, Ana may be down but she sure isn't out...
The music begins to boom on the speakers after the lights start to revolve around the arena they center on the stage. Eli pops out from the ground and throws up his hands. He runs up the ramp and stops at the ring. He jumps onto the apron and grabs the top rope. He flips over the top rope and walks over to the left ring post near the ramp. He starts to pose for the audience. He drops back in the ring and turns around. He waits for his opponent.
Freddy Whoa: A bit of a grudge match here, after what Jordan Caliban did to Eli a few weeks ago.
The entrance begins with the song screaming out "BETWEEN THE SEASONS WE FIND ROOM" song goes crazy to get the fans amped and as it slows down Jordan walks out to the ramp singing his own theme song into the face of the fans and trying to get them hyped up. Around the 25 mark as the singer starts screaming again he faces the ring and bounces on the spot as the song starts to build to the chorus he sprints at the ring diving in feet first kips up to his feet just in time to scream "COME ON!!!" as the song does. He then perches himself on the top rope to await the match beginning.
Erin Robbins: And here is the new Internet Champion! Between you and I, Eric told me he threw the match and let Jordan win as charity.
Freddy Whoa: I don't believe that for a second!
Eli goes right on the attack, catching Jordan unaware. He hits him with several strikes, dazing Jordan, before hitting the ropes and hitting a Headscissors Takedown. Caliban rolls out of the ring.
Erin Robbins: Watch the Kid fly!
Eli flies over the top rope with a Corkscrew Plancha onto Caliban! The crowd hits their feet and begins chanting "ELI! ELI!"
Freddy Whoa: The WCF fans have really taken to this kid.
Erin Robbins: They'll love anyone that uses lots of flashy, high flying moves. The Internet Champion has to get his act together here though or Eric's sacrifice will have been for nothing.
Caliban struggles to his feet and Eli runs at him, going for a Bulldog. Caliban is able to reverse it, however, shoving Eli into the turnbuckle. Eli hits his shoulder and holds it in pain as he turns around to a kick to the gut from Caliban, followed by an Angle Cutter!
Freddy Whoa: No! Eli shoves Caliban away now!
Eli goes for a Hurricanrana on Caliban but Caliban reverses it with a Powerbomb!
Erin Robbins: DAMN!
Caliban drives Eli hard into the concrete! Eli yells in pain and Caliban picks him up and rolls him into the ring, quickly pinning him.
No! Eli kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: Eli the Kid, showing some heart with that kickout.
Jordan Caliban knows he has a way to go before defeating Eli. He steps out onto the apron and measures Eli up as he gets to his feet.
Erin Robbins: Caliban, going high risk here... Here it comes...
Caliban Springboards and hits a Cyclone DDT - but wait - ELI REVERSES IT INTO A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Into the pin!
NO! Jordan kicks out now!
Erin Robbins: After that huge reversal we almost had ourselves a new Internet Champion!
Eli backs up as Jordan gets to his feet, then runs at him and hits a Cross Bodyblock. He takes Jordan down and folls up by running to the ropes, Springboarding..
Freddy Whoa: Leg Drop! That's his trademark!
But Jordan rolls out of the way, causing Eli to crash into the mat. Both men get to their feet and Caliban quickly runs at him and hits a Dropsault. Eli gets back to his feet slowly and Jordan catches him in a Full Nelson Suplex... hits it!
Erin Robbins: He's not letting Eli go!
He lifts Eli back up... German Suplex!
Lifts him up again... German Suplex!
Freddy Whoa: One more to go... and here it is!
One more German Suplex, bridging for the pin!
Erin Robbins: Three!
Freddy Whoa: NO! Eli kicked out!
Indeed, Eli kicked out! Caliban is surprised at this one, but doesn't dwell on it. The Internet Champion lifts Eli to his feet, then lifts him up in the Electric Chair position.
Erin Robbins: Oh no... here comes the World's Scariest Piledriver!
But while he's up there Eli is able to escape Jordan, slipping behind him. Jordan turns around and Eli hits a Tiltawhirl Headscissors into a Single Arm DDT!
Freddy Whoa: Huge move from Eli! This has got to be it!
Eli pins Jordan, hooking the leg.
THRE- NO! Jordan kicks out!
Erin Robbins: Once again, Eli almost had it. The Internet Title, and revenge for the earlier attack. But not quite yet.
Both men rest on the mat, catching their breath, exhausted after so many big moves.
Freddy Whoa: Hell of a match so far, but only one guy can walk out as the Internet Champion.
Eli begins to pick Jordan up, but Jordan trips him, bringing him down, and then locks in..
Erin Robbins: TWO TONE PASS OUT!
Freddy Whoa: LOCKED IN OUT OF NOWHERE!
Eli yells in pain as Jordan gives the move everything he's got, cranking back on Eli.
Erin Robbins: This is it! Caliban wins!
But Caliban's positioning isn't ideal, and after several moments of difficulty, Eli is able to grab the bottom rope! The fans pop as he does.
Freddy Whoa: SO CLOSE! So close. Eli couldn't have lasted much longer.
Caliban lifts Eli up, ready to put him away. But Eli shoves Caliban away. Caliban goes for a Clothesline, Eli ducks it...
Erin Robbins: KID KICK!
NO! Caliban ducks THAT! He then hits his Crack a Smile!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Caliban quickly follows up by climbing to the top... flies off...
Erin Robbins: CALIBOOM!
Caliban goes for the pin now.
Freddy Whoa: And there you have it!, Caliban retains!
Caliban stands up and grabs for his Internet Title from the ring announcer.
Erin Robbins: Hell of a match by both competitors, though, that's for sure.
Freddy Whoa: Up next is this week's Television Title match!
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the TELEVISION TITLE...
The lights in the arena dims as the sounds of electricy crackling can be heard. Suddenly a bright flash of electricity strikes the center of the ramp entrance. Once the smoke clears, Deuce is standing there smirking towards the ring. 'Run Like Hell' by Pink Floyd jumps in and Deuce walks to the ring, reaching his arms out to give fans fives, both high and low, occasionally too slow. As he slides into the ring and stands center, lightning flashes from the four corners. Deuce pulls off his 'mythic' T-shirt and tosses it to the crowd then hops to a middle turnbuckle. He does a 'lookout' before he smirks and gives a finger-guns to a sign he finds clever. He hops down and waits for the bell.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger... from Mobile, Alabama... weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds... MYTHIC... DEUCE MAXIMUS!!
Freddy Whoa: I like this guy.
Erin Robbins: You would.
“The Fire” by Rev Theory starts playing on the speakers as John Barber walks out from the back. He stands on top of the ramp with a thumb hooked into his right pocket, looking out at the crowd around him. He starts walking down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans nearest to the barricade. He jogs up the ring steps, quickly ducks between the top and middle ropes, and walks over to the nearest turnbuckle. He perches on the second turnbuckle and raises both arms, looking out at the crowd with a smirk on his face.
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: And his opponent... from Miami, Florida... weighing two hundred and twenty pounds... he is the TELEVISION CHAMPION... the FLORIDA CRACKER... JOHN BARBER!!
Freddy Whoa: John Barber has been on fire since making his debut, and looks to continue his hot streak tonight against Deuce Maximus.
Erin Robbins: I can't argue with success, Freddy, and this man has been building his name week after week. John Barber could be a future World Champion in this company.
Freddy Whoa: Either one of these two men could capture the title at WAR in two weeks, but first, we'll see who walks out of here as Television champion tonight!
DING DING DING
The ref calls for the bell and the two men begin to circle each other.
Freddy Whoa: It's hard to judge who the crowd will get behind in this match-- both of these guys are popular with the fans.
Erin Robbins: Well, guess what Freddy, it's not a popularity contest. It's a wrestling match.
Barber and Deuce lock up-- Deuce wrenches Barber's arm. Barber tries to maneuver out, but Deuce switches to a hammerlock. Barber spins out and they quickly lock up again-- but Deuce switches behind him once again, and puts him in a full nelson. After a brief struggle, Deuce turns it into a face-first sweep.
Freddy Whoa: Deuce plants John Barber.
Erin Robbins: A few more moves like that and he won't be looking so pretty.
Freddy Whoa: Pretty, huh? Guess we know who you're getting behind.
Barber is quick to his feet, but Deuce stays on him with a few jabs. Deuce whips Barber to the ropes... Barber ducks a clothesline on the return, and dropkicks Deuce from behind. Deuce stumbles forward-- Barber puts him in a waistlock. Deuce tries to pry Barber's hands free, but Barber throws him with a belly to back suplex. Deuce gets back to his feet, only to be knocked back down by a running forearm smash.
Freddy Whoa: Fast paced action thus far.
Erin Robbins: Two rising stars, I wouldn't expect anything less.
Barber pulls Deuce off the mat and whips him into the corner. He climbs to the second turnbuckle, trapping Deuce in the corner, and hits him with a series of right hands. Barber climbs down and whips Deuce to the opposite corner. Barber charges into the corner but Deuce gets his knees up, hitting Barber in the chest, sending him to the mat. Deuce hops up onto the top turnbuckle and when Barber gets to his feet, he leaps off with a flying crossbody, staying on him for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Barber kicks out before two!
Deuce pulls Barber to his feet and hits a standing dropkick. Barber is reeling, and Deuce drops him with a running clothesline. Deuce heads back to the corner and climbs the turnbuckles once again. Barber is laid out. Deuce leaps off with a flying elbowdrop...
Erin Robbins: John Barber rolls away!
Deuce rolls around on the mat in pain. Barber stomps him out a few times before bringing him to his feet, and putting him in a headlock. Deuce sends a few shots to Barber's gut until he releases the hold. Deuce kicks Barber in the gut, and whips him to the ropes-- Deuce goes for a back body drop, but Barber stops short and kicks him in the head. Deuce reels back, and Barber grabs him for a fisherman suplex!
Freddy Whoa: No, Deuce breaks out at two!
Deuce is laid out, but Barber takes advantage quickly, moving to Deuce's legs and setting him up for a surfboard-- he rocks a few times and then gets Deuce up in the air.
Freddy Whoa: Deuce Maximum has got nowhere to go!
Erin Robbins: That surfboard is an incredibly painful move-- and like you said, Freddy, it's really tough to get out. I don't know what Deuce can do here, this could be the end.
After a few moments, Barber releases Deuce's arms and grabs his neck, pulling his body towards him to add pressure. The ref checks Deuce, but he refuses to give up. Finally, Deuce uses his free hands to pry Barber's hands from his neck, and reverses the surfboard by standing straight up, reversing the pressure onto Barber's legs.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What a counter by Deuce Maximus!
But Barber is close to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. The ref instructs Deuce to get off of Barber, which he does. Deuce drops to his knees, obviously feeling the effects of the submission hold. Barber holds his legs, also in pain.
Erin Robbins: What a great, competitive Television title match this has been.
Both men slowly get to their feet. They begin to trade blows in the center of the ring, each man looking tired. They lock up--
Freddy Whoa: CRACKER!
Barber locks in his rolling cross armbreaker out of nowhere!
Erin Robbins: This has gotta be it!
Indeed, after a few moments, Deuce has no choice but to tap!
DING DING DING
"The Fire" by Rev Theory plays over the PA.
Freddy Whoa: John Barber retains the Television Championship!
The ref hands Barber the belt and he celebrates in the ring. Deuce rolls out of the ring and heads to the back.
Erin Robbins: Another great contest here tonight-
John Barber is walking up the aisle after his match when a fan throws something in his face and he falls to the ground screaming out in pain. El Negro jumps the railing laughing. He lays the boots to Barber as he is laughing. Out walks Adam Young who picks up the EPPW TV title.
Adam Young: Right back where it belongs.
Adam Young and El Negro leave.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell!?
Kyle Steel: This match is scheduled for one fall, with a one hour time limit!
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.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring first... hailing from Houston, Texas... weighing in at 235 pounds... Jonathon Jakobs!
"Rich As Fuck" by Lil' Wayne featuring 2 Chainz pumps from the speakers as Jonathan Jakobs emerges from behind the curtains. He briefly stops and places his right fist in the air, the crowd boos in utter disgust. Jonathan strides down to the ring as he exchanges high-fives with a few of the fans. He climbs the steps & enters the ring. He stands in the corner and awaits his opponent.
Erin Robbins: This is my sleeper match of the night. After Jakobs helped dethrone S-PAC, Benji will be seeking revenge.
Freddy Whoa: But Jakobs is on a roll. I expect this to be a super competitive match.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...
“Hollywood Babylon hits the PA system, as Benjamin Atreyu steps out onto the ramp, flanked by Waylon Cash and Scott Savage.
Erin Robbins: Well, it's said that S-PAC never travels alone, and here is proof of that. Waylon Cash and Scott Savage tailing Benjamin Atreyu to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota... weighing in at 231 pounds... Benjamin Atreyu
Freddy Whoa: We can hope that they will stay uninvolved in the match, but knowing them, that's not likely. Jakobs better watch his back.
The trio step down the ramp, taunting the fans the entire way. Atreyu is the only one who enters the ring. Waylon and Scott stand on the outside clapping, and bowing to their team mate, as Benjy tries to stare down his opponent. Jakobs doesn't blink. The referee quickly reads them the rules, and signals for the bell to ring. The two men trade words back and forth, before Benjy slaps Jakobs across the face. Jakobs answers with several quick right hands, backing Atreyu into the ropes. He whips the man across the ring, and on the rebound, he hits him with a deep arm drag. They both stand up, and Jakobs nails Benjamin with a hard lariat. Atreyu this the ground, and Jonathan pops up to gloat.
Erin Robbins: Jakobs taking it to Atreyu in the early goings of this match.
Freddy Whoa: And he seems pumped up too!
Benjy tries to stand to his feet, but Jakobs bounces off the ropes, and greets him with a hard knee to the temple. Atreyu crumbles to the ground. Jonathan immediately begins climbing the ropes. He turns around, and stands up straight as the crowd cheers.
Erin Robbins: He's going for the diving headbutt! He wants to end this match early!
Jakobs leaps off the top, but Atreyu moves just in time, causing Jakobs to collide with the canvas. The crowd erupts in an angry frenzy, as Atreyu is the first to rise to his feet. He circles Jakobs, licking his lips as the man slowly rises. As soon as Jakobs hits his feet, Atreyu grabs him from behind, and hits a German suplex, bridging into a pin.
Erin Robbins: Jakobs kicks out just in time!
Freddy Whoa: These two have gone high impact early. I don't think this is gonna be a very long match.
Atreyu and Jakobs stand at the same time. They both run back to bounce off opposite sets of ropes, but Jakobs leg gets hooked by an errant Scott Savage elbow. Jakobs turns around to yell at Scott, and gets clotheslined over the top rope by Atreyu. He hits the ground hard, and the ref yell sat Scott to back off, which he does.
Erin Robbins: Savage obeying the ref's orders... for once.
Jakobs stands, as Benjy taunts him. He slides under the bottom rope, and Atreyu stomps on his back before he can stand. He kicks away for a few moments, before dropping a heavy elbow on the back of the man's neck. He drags him to his feet, and whips him across the ring, where Waylon is waiting to pull the rope down. Jakobs tumbles over the top, and crashes to the concrete. The ref yells at Waylon, and signals that both of them are to go to the back. The rowd applauds wildly, but Waylon and Scott don't obey. Instead, they slide under the bottom rope on opposite sides of the ring. Before the ref can do anythign else, Waylon hits him with a chop block, as Scott simultaneously hits him with a lariat.
Erin Robbins: The ref is out!
Freddy Whoa: This is ridiculous. S-PAC is running crazy!
While the three men in the ring are gloating over the fallen body of the referee, Jakobs has time to recover, and get onto the apron. He springboards off the top rope, and hits Benjy and Scott with a dual dropkick, sending them rolling out of the ring. As soon as he gets up, Waylon hits him with a dropkick to the face. Just as it looks like S-PAC is ready to sink their teeth in, Eric Price's voice comes over the PA.
Eric Price: STOP! Don't you put another hand on him!
Eric runs out onto the ramp, with EPPW security in tow.
Eric Price: I should disqualify Benjamin Atreyu... but in the interest of fair leadership, I am willing to allow this match to continue. However, if Waylon Cash and Scott Savage do not immediately get to the back; not only will Benjamin Atreyu be disqualified, all three of you will be fired on the spot! I don't care how much money I lose, I am not letting you take over my show!
Waylon and Scott look at each other, before heading up the ramp to the back. They glare at Eric on their way past, but disappear behind the curtain.
Eric Price: Now, get a new ref out here, I want this match to continue.
After a few seconds, a ref comes running out from the back, and slides into the ring. Eric walks to the back, as Benjy and Jakobs both get to their feet in the middle of the ring. The match restarts, and the two men are cautious this time, circling each other for a moment or two. They lock up, and Jakobs brings Atreyu forward, hitting him with a knee to the gut. He then grabs him around the waist, and hits a gutwrench suplex.
Erin Robbins: Jakobs taking the upper hand again, even after being attacked.
Freddy Whoa: I never count Jonathan Jakobs out! This kid can come back from anything!
Jakobs locks his legs around Atreyu's head, and begins cutting off his oxygen. The crowd cheers, as Benjamin's throat is squeezed. Benjy slowly moves himself around, so Jakobs is on his stomach. Benjy pulls his head out of the hold, and quickly turns it into and STF on Jonathan. He wrenches on the hold, as the crowd showers him with hate.
Erin Robbins: They go to the mat now, trying to wear each other down.
Atreyu pulls back on the hold, wrenching on Jonathan's neck. Jakobs flips them over, and uses the momentum to lock on a fujiwara arm bar. He pulls up, ripping at Atreyu's shoulder socket. Benjy screams out in pain, as he tries to crawl toward the ropes. He reaches, but can't quite make it. For a moment it looks like he might tap, but he crawls a little closer, and manages to grab the bottom rope. The ref tells Jakobs to let go, and he does. Benjy uses the moment to tackles him by the knees, and hook him in a pin.
… Jakobs kicks out, and pops up to his feet. Benjy gets to his knees, but is met with a hard kick to the side of the head. Jakobs wastes no time in lifting Atryu up, and hitting a german suplex. He hold onto the waist lock as both men get ot their feet. He hits another Germn suplex, but now the crowd begins to count along.
Erin Robbins: Five German suplexes!!!
Freddy Whoa: He calls that Torture, and it's easy to see why.
Jakobs covers Atreyu.
...3-No! Atreyu kicks out at the last second. Jakobs quickly lifts Atreyu to a standing position, and bounces off the ropes. He goes to hit Atreyu with a boot to the face, but Benjy drops to the ground, and the ref gets caught by the move.
Erin Robbins: That's the second ref we've gone through!
Jakobs stomps away on Benjy, but while he's doing that, a long haired man in a security guard shirt jumps the barricade and slides into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Who the hell is that.
He catches Jakobs by surprise with a hard lariat to the back of the head. Jakobs crumbles, and the security guard drags Benjy on top of him, before shaking the ref to try and wake him up. He eventually does, and the referee slowly counts.
...3!-NO! Jakobs kicks out as the crowd erupts. In anger, the security guard rips his wig off.
Erin Robbins: It's John Gable! He tried to steal the match for Atreyu, but Jakobs digs deep down and manages to kick out!
The referee has had enough, and calls for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: Aw, damn, that sucks but the referee really had no choice. Jakobs wins by DQ!
Gable complains to the referee. After a few words, he kicks the ref in the gut, and hits him with a DDT.
Erin Robbins: Sour grapes from Gable.
John then helps Benjy to his feet. Jakobs is up and they grab him, throwing him out of the ring before raising their arms, as if they'd won, inside of it.
Freddy Whoa: Jakobs gets a hollow victory here tonight... at the end of the match it is S-PAC standing tall.
“ 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 towards the entrance ramp waiting for Logan.
Erin Robbins: Not a lot of history between Logan and Odin Balfore. I'm not even sure if they've ever had a match between one another.
Freddy Whoa: I checked into that earlier today. This is a first for them.
Erin Robbins: Should be exciting.
The heavy drum roll to "Stop When The Red Lights Flash" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats. Some of them cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far. Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception despite he himself being such a heel bastard. Logan shuffles his feet in place at the top of the ramp, elegantly bouncing in rhythm with the music while maintaining a focused and determined posture. With the audience screaming his name through the roaring guitars and drums of the music, Logan begins his walk down the ramp way. A fan or two will reach out to grab at Logan every so often and in return he will raise his backhand and threaten to slap them all the way into Connector City, or so one could assume that's what he's mouthing. Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eyeing the audience, and then finally picking a turnbuckle and simply standing atop of it to gaze over all his trashcan fans. The music briefly pauses, but just as soon as it picks back up... Logan throws both arms skyward and the enthusiastic audience replicates his taunt. Letting his arms fall patiently back down to his sides, Logan hops down from the turnbuckle and paces the ring, never taking his eyes off of Odin Balfore, and Odin returns the heated stare.
Erin Robbins: Things seem kind of tense between these two.
Freddy Whoa: I think they both realize that a win over the other is a big deal. Not many men can say they've defeated Logan, and the same can be said for Odin Balfore. This is a clash of titans no doubt.
The bell rings and the two very slowly approach one another while never breaking eye contact. Logan and Odin Balfore meet in the center of the ring, both standing still, both locking eyes. The audience is giddy with passionate cheers.
LO - GAN!
O - DIN!
LO - GAN!
O - DIN!
Freddy Whoa: This entire arena is pumped. Whoa!
Erin Robbins: Each man definitely has crowd support here tonight.
We see Logan mouth something to Odin. He obviously didn't have anything nice to say because Odin's face displays angered behavior and he and Logan approach even closer - now just an inch or so from one another's face.
Freddy Whoa: DAMN. So much tension here.
Erin Robbins: A lot of people have been waiting to see this, Freddy, and I don't think they're going to disappoint anyone's expectations.
Odin Balfore fires the first strike and the audience explodes!
Erin Robbins: Balfore with vicious rights straight into the Face of Treachery.
Odin's assault of right hands forces Logan backwards, almost knocking him off his feet, and he stumbles back into the ropes. Odin Balfore leans into Logan, grabs him, and irish whips him into the other side of the ring. Logan hits the other side of the ring and the ropes, comes running back to Odin Balfore, and spears the seven foot man off his feet and onto the mat. Logan stays on the ground with Odin, climbing on top of him and hitting rights and lefts anywhere he can. Odin Balfore shifts the momentum and changes positions with Logan, now on top of him and plummeting rights down onto Logan.
Freddy Whoa: This is a brawl, ladies and gentlemen.
Logan manages to roll Balfore off of him and climb up to his feet and Odin does so just as quickly as well. The two circle each other for a short moment and then lock up! Balfore gains early advantage, overpowering Logan and pushing him back into the turnbuckle. Odin follows through rushing into Logan with a shoulder ram, Logan is able to counter in time, lifting up his boot and shoving it into Odin's stomach. Odin Balfore hunches over, Logan charges from the corner with a closeline, Odin Balfore ducks, this causes Logan to miss and stumble forward, and as Logan turns to meet Odin he gets elbowed in the side of the head. Logan staggers sideways, Odin goes for a big boot, and Logan somehow manages to sidestep that, grabs Odin's boot, holds his leg still, and punches him in the knee. Odin's leg retracts in pain, and Logan steps in hitting a Japanese arm drag. Odin bounces right back to his feet, and hits an arm drag of his own onto Logan. Logan also bounces quickly back and the two cautiously circle each other with an ecstatic audience echoing cheers within the arena.
Erin Robbins: What a tradeoff.
LO - GAN!
O - DIN!
Freddy Whoa: Usually Logan plays to the crowd a bit but he has yet to take his eyes off of Odin Balfore.
Erin Robbins: I wouldn't blame him. Odin is a dangerous man. He has the ability to end a match at any given time, and I'm sure Logan knows that.
Logan and Odin Balfore approach and lock up again. This time Logan gets the upperhand, pushing Odin Balfore back into the corner. However, just as Logan thinks he has Balfore under control, Odin displays his sheer strength, picking the six foot - five Logan up off his feet and throwing HIM into the turnbuckle. Odin Balfore leans down and rams his shoulder into Logan's ribs, pounding Logan into the corner. Logan wretches out in pain with each shoulder ram, and finally escapes, grabbing Odin by the head and knee striking his face. Odin Balfore stumbles back and Logan leaps out of the corner with a vicious closeline. Yet somehow it doesn't take Odin off of his feet, he merely stumbles the center of the ring. Logan has a surprised look on his face, but doesn't waste any time, bouncing off the ropes, and jumping into Odin Balfore for another closeline that takes him down this time. Logan bounces off the ropes once more and hits a knee drop into the downed Odin - striking his forehead. Logan rolls back up to his feet, methodically circling Odin and placing hard stomps around his legs.
Erin Robbins: If I had to guess, I would say Logan is sweetening Odin Balfore up for a Loganshooter.
Logan grabs Odin Balfore by each of his legs and begins slipping his own in between them.
Erin Robbins: Called it.
Odin senses the trouble, kicking Logan from behind when he tries to turn which sends Logan stumbling forward and away from Odin. Odin gets up to his feet, awaits for Logan to turn around to face him, and when he does Odin Balfore grabs Logan by the neck, hits a snapmare, and quickly turns THAT into a sleeper. Logan doesn't want any of it, fighting to his feet, elbowing Odin Balfore in the ribs. Odin is forced to break the sleeper to nurse his ribs, and Logan slips in behind Odin Balfore to nail a back body drop. Logan climbs to his feet, reaching down and pulling Odin Balfore up with him. Logan sizes Odin up and throws a right, Odin counters blocking Logan's right, and he kicks Logan in the stomach, grabs Logan locking him up in a suplex, lifts his entire body up over his head, and holds Logan there in the air.
Freddy Whoa: Odin Balfore is a freak of nature.
He lets the blood rush to Logan's head for a while before completing the suplex and crashing Logan down into the ring.
Erin Robbins: Ouch. Logan looks completely dazed after that one.
Odin Balfore follows through strapping Logan into a camel clutch! The pain brings Logan back to life after that devastating suplex, as he lunges for the nearest rope in sight. Some of the audience members get behind Logan chanting his name, encouraging him to escape from this.
Freddy Whoa: Balfore has that hold mastered. You can just tell. He's not giving Logan any breathing room whatsoever.
Erin Robbins: Right. Logan's only option here is to tap out or pass out.
Logan reaches out his arm shouting in pain towards the bottom rope but the tip of his fingers and the ropes are separated by feet. Soon his arm grows limp and it drops like dead weight down onto the surface of the ring.
Erin Robbins: I think he just went to sleep.
The referee checks on Logan and Logan doesn't respond - his eyelids closed. Nonetheless, Odin Balfore keeps the hold locked in, and eagerly watches the referee raise Logan's arm and drop it.
Freddy Whoa: If the official raises Logan arm three times and it drops three times he will have no choice but to ring the bell and end this match.
The referee raises it again and it falls back down. The referee raises it a third time, and as he does Logan opens his eyes and begins showing signs of life struggling underneath Odin Balfore's brutal grasp. Logan desperately attempts to reach out again for the ropes, using everything he has, and he painfully begins a slow crawl towards the ropes pulling the massive Balfore with him.
LO - GAN!
LO - GAN!
Erin Robbins: He's ACTUALLY dragging Odin Balfore with him.
Freddy Whoa: Pure determination, Erin.
Logan finally reaches the rope, grabbing the bottom one and holding on for dear life much to the surprise of Odin Balfore who is forced to release the hold. The damage is done however, and Odin Balfore looks to capitalize, pulling the limp Logan up to his feet, and throwing him over his shoulder and then dropping him down onto his knee for a backbreaker. Logan rolls onto his side, holding his back in pain, and Odin Balfore falls on top of Logan hooking the leg.
Thr - Logan kicks out. Logan slowly stirs to his feet, reaching at the ropes, grabbing them for support to pull himself up. Odin Balfore has already been up however, stalking Logan from behind, signaling the end. Logan slowly staggers around and Odin Balfore goes to kick Logan in the gut and hit the Mark of Odin, but out of nowhere Logan grabs Odin Balfore's boot, and hits a viscous dragon screw legwhip slamming Odin down onto his back. Logan immediately follows, keeping a hold of Odin's legs, and flips him over locking him into the Loganshooter!
Erin Robbins: The tables have turned! Now Odin Balfore is desperately looking for a ropebreak!
O - DIN!
O - DIN!
Odin Balfore shouts out in pain looking to the ropes. He uses his size advantage, shifting his weight, rolling Logan off to the side and climbing back to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: The strength of Odin is incredible. I don't think anyone in EPPW is capable of reversing the Loganshooter so easily.
Erin Robbins: He didn't want to spend too much time in that hold.
Logan is back up too, leaping at Balfore with a closeline, Odin ducks, and Logan completely levels the referee! Logan turns around and manages to catch Balfore as he is running at him and hits Odin with a spinebuster sending Odin down hard into the ring. Logan rolls underneath the bottom rope and to the outside.
Freddy Whoa: What is Logan up to?
Erin Robbins: The Face of Treachery is using this opportunity with the referee down to do what he does best.
Logan is looking under the ring and reaches in to pull out a steel chair. Logan rolls back into the ring, steel chair in his hands, and awaits Odin Balfore while he slowly staggers to his feet. Odin Balfore turns around, still a little dazed from that surprise spinebuster, and Logan charges towards Balfore smacking the steel chair off his skull. Odin Balfore drops.
Freddy Whoa: VICIOUS CHAIRSHOT!
Logan throws the dented chair over the ropes and to the outside of the ring, and then kicks at the downed referee who begins to recover. Logan drops down onto Odin, hooking the leg, and the referee slowly crawls over to the pinfall and begins the count.
KICK OUT! Odin Balfore amazingly gets his shoulder up. Logan looks genuinely surprised, shaking his head, muttering under his breath, and then looking to the referee and talking trash before pinning Odin Balfore AGAIN!
Erin Robbins: He's trying to pin him again like he's in denial that Odin actually kicked out.
Odin Balfore kicks out yet again!
Freddy Whoa: Logan dented that steel chair with Odin Balfore's head. How the hell is he even awake, much less kicking out of pinfalls?
A frustrated Logan climbs to his feet, reaching down, grabbing Balfore by the hair, and dragging him up. Logan leans Odin's limp body into the turnbuckle, and begins trash talking him, and then throwing the back of his hand against the chest for a loud chop. He does it again, and again. Odin Balfore's chest turning red. The audience "OOOO"'s after every backhand slap. Somewhere in between the chopping, a fire in Odin Balfore's eyes light up, and he springs to life, grabbing Logan and throwing him into the turnbuckle to exchange places. Odin Balfore goes to town, punching at Logan's ribs, hitting shot after shot into his midsection with lefts and rights.
Erin Robbins: I think a monster just awoke in Odin Balfore.
Freddy Whoa: The Odin Monster!
Logan takes the punishment, gasping for air, falling out of the turnbuckle and Odin Balfore lifts up his leg and levels Logan with a big boot. Logan drops, landing underneath the bottom rope and accidentally spilling to the outside of the ring. Odin Balfore follows Logan through, picking Logan up, and irish whipping his shoulder into the steel steps!
Freddy Whoa: My God. Odin Balfore just used Logan's body to dismantle those heavy steel steps.
Logan clutches his shoulder in pain and Odin notices this and begins stomping at Logan's shoulder. Odin grabs Logan again and this time whips him into the ring post where his shoulder bounces off the steel rod and he goes down hard.
Erin Robbins: Balfore is trying to dislocate his shoulder.
Freddy Whoa: He might have already have!
Odin Balfore picks the bruised Logan up and pushes him underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. Odin slides in after Logan, stalking him while he climbs to his feet, nursing his shoulder. A dazed Logan turns around and walks right into LAWMAKER!
Erin Robbins: That's it!
The audience get to their feet as Balfore drops down and pins Logan.
Thre- - - NO LOGAN KICKS OUT! Odin Balfore stares at the referee in confusion, believing it was a three count. Odin Balfore shakes his head and gets up pulling Logan with him.
Freddy Whoa: It looks like he's going for the Mark of Odin.
Erin Robbins: At this point I don't think Logan will be able to survive that.
And he is! Odin Balfore tucks Logan's between his legs and signals for the end. Logan somehow lifts Odin off his feet and throws him over his head and onto his back. Logan almost falls over, holding his injured shoulder in pain. He tries to maintain posture, waiting for Odin to get up, and when Odin does - Logan executes the IMPACT STYLE! A stunned Odin Balfore falls backwards, hits the ropes, and then goes face down into the mat. Logan drops, rolling Odin over onto his back, and hooking the leg.
Three-e-- ODIN KICKS OUT! Logan rolls off of Odin, holding his shoulder and gasping out in pain and disbelief.
O - DIN!
LO - GAN!
O - DIN!
LO - GAN!
Erin Robbins: Holy crap...
The two men both begin to stir, slowly climbing up from the ring and onto their feet. Logan throws a wild Clothesline, Odin ducks it and grabs his throat-
Freddy Whoa: HERE WE GO!
Logan kicks Odin in the gut and wraps him in a Sleeper...
Erin Robbins: Ugh, no!
Freddy Whoa: CONNECTOR!
He hits it! Logan then quickly rollls over ontop of Odin, making the pin.
Erin Robbins: And there you have it! Mr. WCF picks up the victory. Terrible.
Logan begins getting to his feet as his music plays.
Freddy Whoa: Bobby Cairo through the crowd!
Cairo hops the barrier and slides in the ring. Odin picks up Logan and shoves him over to Cairo- SECURITY BREACH!
Erin Robinson: Balfore and Logan just went at each other tooth and nail and now here comes Bobby Cairo with the Security Breach. Logans a pain in the ass but really? The guys a legend.
Freddy Whoa: So ain't they. Cairos Hall of Fame. Odin will be there soon enough. If you don't like this - go cover MMA or boxing. or extreme bitch baking.
Cairo picks up Logan and whips him towards Odin
SURTRS REVENGE! Logan goes down. The Thickness look down at Logan as Odin calls for a mic.
Odin Balfore: Ya know somethin'' WAR is in two weeks. While you're all clamering for a spot, for a shot, for greatness and immortality. The Thickness has already done so. Not even Logan could escape it. But there is one one thing that has. The Stephan Johnson. The IT of WCF. Now to my understanding, he's been ducking us. All big and bad one week then a cowardly cunt the next. Well unfortuneately for you Stephan Johnson- you have a stay of exicution until after War. The week after WAR. YOU and ME. Hardcore Title match. It ain't up for debate. It ain't up to It ain't up to the Twilight-price - reality show. It ain't up to Seth. Sanctioned or not by EPPW- I'm getting the WCF Hardcore title back. Better yet, since you claim to be a god. I'll let you chose the stipulation. But be warned that it ain't gunna help you any.
Odin drops the Mic as " Ready or Not" hits the PA system.
"Freebird" starts playing and out walks the NBK Inc. dressed up in tuxedos. El Negro and Lucifer are leading the way followed by Adam Young with Bunny on his left arm and the EPPW TV title on his right as Pepper walks behind them. The fans are booing as they reach the wedding gift table.
Adam Young: Eric Price the NBK Inc. would like to give you something very special on your special day.
Erin Robbins: What is it?
Adam Young: It is the EPPW TV championship.
Adam lays the championship belt down and take front row seats for the wedding.
Eric Price is shown in his office with a huge smile on his face, his white tuxedo perfectly manicured along with a bow tie, and white pants all perfectly creased, as he is ready to proceed with his wedding. All of a sudden, he gets a knock on the door.
Eric Price: Come in!
Eric turns around and sees Jeff Purse, dressed in his popcorn vendor uniform still as his huge smile turns into a frown as he looks at Jeff in disbelief at his being there prior to what should be the happiest moment in his life.
Jeff Purse: Look Eric …
Eric Price: What the hell do you want Jeff?
Jeff Purse: As much as it pains me and honestly, every part of me is telling me not to do this but …
Eric simply looks at Jeff impatiently
Eric Price: Tick tock…
Jeff Purse: If I were you, I’d watch out for Sarah. Every bit of my instinct is telling me she’s playing you.
Eric Price: Is that right?
Jeff Purse: She’s just tricking you … most likely because she’s just a sick and heartless bitch!
Eric simply grins and smirks at Jeff
Eric Price: Oh Jeff Jeff Jeff … it’s very clear to me what I see here … oh yeah, very clear! It seems that you’re just jealous that what Sarah and I share is special and that unlike you … she actually loves me for who I am and respects me for what a great and magnanimous human being I am.
Jeff Purse: Eric, listen to yourself. Damn it man, this is a woman who just two weeks refused a kiss to you when you proposed to her and she loves you?! Are you nuts?
Eric laughs at this statement sarcastically as he puts his hand on Jeff’s shoulder
Eric Price: Oh Jeff … you just don’t understand her ways … she loves me, it’s that simple. Don’t let your jealousy cloud you from the truth.
Jeff turns over to the corner of Eric’s office and notices a gravestone that says “RIP CRYOGENIX, 2013-2013”
Jeff Purse: What’s that?
Eric Price: Oh … just something to remember the triumph of Bravado over Cryogenix, the way I said it would go from the get go. Seth brought it over, mighty nice of him as a good wedding gift! But I’ll tell you what Jeff, why don’t you get back to selling your popcorn and I’ll enjoy my wedding because this will truly mark the beginning of a new era in EPPW and a new era of unity and solidarity for Bravado with the brand new Mr. and Mrs. Eric Price at the helm of greatness.
Eric turns Jeff around and shows him the door as he smirks
Jeff Purse: I’m warning you Eric, she did it to me and had everyone fooled, what makes you think she’s not doing the same thing to you?
Eric frowns for a second but turns his frown back into a smile and pushes Jeff out of his office
Eric Price: Hmm ... nah, Jeff’s just jealous.
Eric grabs his cell phone and places a phone call
Eric Price (on his cell phone): Hey Seth, it’s Eric … yeah, I need you to do me a favor…
Eric turns around and shuts the door to his office as he is clearly still conversing on the phone
Erin Robbins: The wedding of Eric Price and Sarah Twilight! I’m excited!
Freddy Whoa: It’s next.
Slam returns from commercial break to show the ring completely decorated, all the ropes having been taken down, white carpeting in the ring. White carpeting through the entrance ramp with flowers bouquets all along the sides. Next to the main titantron, two screens are shown, one with Eric Price’s picture, the other with Sarah Twilight’s picture. The ring itself has a small white altar with rose bouquets at each corner.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome back from commercial break ladies and gentlemen, Freddy Whoa and Erin Robbins at ringside this evening live from the Garret Coliseum in Montgomery, Alabama!
Erin Robbins: And we are about to witness history here Freddy, HISTORY IN THE MAKING! I can’t wait!
Freddy Whoa: Yes, the wedding of Eric Price and Sarah Twilight, the unholy union. As you can see, the ring is completely decorated and no expense has been spared!
Erin Robbins: Here we go! Excuse me, I have to do my part here!
Freddy Whoa: Where are you going? Erin just leaving here to head for the backstage area, I don’t know why.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the only man who can preside over this holy and sacred union, please welcome the TRUE EPPW People’s Champion, the People’s Pastor Steeltoe Joe!
The crowd starts booing loudly as Steeltoe Joe makes his way to the ring dressed in a black suit with a priest’s high collar, a bible in his hand as “Sheep May Safely Graze” by J.S. Bach starts playing over the speaker system of the Garret Coliseum! STJ walks up slowly toward the altar and stands behind it, placing the bible on it as he awaits the ceremony and festivities to begin.
Erin Robbins then appears from the backstage area, clearly dressed for the occasion as she starts throwing rose petals through the white carpet to even more booing from the live crowd as she walks down the entrance ramp, the classical wedding music still playing.
Freddy Whoa: And it looks like Erin is throwing rose petals here through the white carpet, guess she’s the flower girl although I think a bit too old for that.
Erin continues walking down the ramp and then rushes back toward ringside and puts her headset back on.
Erin Robbins: Did you see me? Did you see what I did?
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, I saw.
Erin Robbins: Bet the boss loved that.
Freddy Whoa: Aren’t you a little too old to be a flower girl?
Erin Robbins: Are you calling me old Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: No, not at all … just … nevermind.
Immediately after this, Seth Lerch and Gravedigger both in black tuxedos come out on stage and start walking down the entrance ramp and both walk up into the ring shaking hands with Steeltoe Joe as they stand to the left of him looking on at the very nice decorations that have been so far setup. After this, Jonathan Jakobs makes his way to the ring also in a tuxedo along with Nathan von Liebert who is also in a rarity wearing a tuxedo for the occasion.
Freddy Whoa: And it looks like the entirety of Bravado is attending this ceremony tonight.
Erin Robbins: As they should, showing unity and support for the leadership of the group, this is just wonderful!
Both Jakobs and NvL arrive to the stage and stand to the right of Steeltoe Joe as the classical music starts fading although boos fill the arena from the crowd throughout this ceremony. All of a sudden, the song “Together” by Jim Johnston starts playing over the speaker system as Eric Price with a huge smile on his face starts making his way down to the ring. The crowd merciless however start chanting “Asshole” at him as he makes his way down the entrance ramp with the biggest smile ever seen on a man as he quickly stands in front of the altar, shaking hands with Seth Lerch, Gravedigger, Jon Jakobs, NvL, and Steeltoe Joe first. He then turns around slightly to await his bride as the song continues to play.
Erin Robbins: Oh Freddy, listen to this song, it’s just beautiful, together, he realized she was the only one, she realized he was the lucky one … just wonderful.
Freddy Whoa: Nausea inducing is what it is.
Erin Robbins: You just hate love don’t you.
At this moment, Sarah Twilight comes out from the back in her full white wedding dress, Eric Price an even bigger smile when he sees her slowly approach the ring, a small bouquet of flowers in her hand. As she starts walking down the entrance ramp … the song “Together” continues with these lines…
Together, our love will last forever
Erin Robbins: I’m not gonna cry … I’m not gonna cry!
Freddy Whoa: Oh for God’s sake Erin, control yourself!
Erin Robbins: I just get … <sobbing> … so emotional at these things.
Sarah continues making her way down the ramp slowly as the song continues
When I, look into your eyes, I can see the light, I was the lucky one
Together, our love will last forever
I never knew that love could feel this way
We’ll be together
As Sarah steps up into the ring next to Eric Price, she looks at him with a half smile on her face as Eric looks at her with the glee and love that he truly feels for her as the music is about to end.
As the song ends, the crowd continues to boo loudly as Eric just looks at them and shrugs not really caring about their booing.
Steeltoe Joe: DEARLY beloved, we are gathered together here to join together this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony; which is an honorable estate, and therefore is not by any to be entered upon, nor taken in hand unadvisedly, lightly, or wantonly; but reverently, discreetly, advisedly, soberly, duly considering the causes for which Matrimony was ordained.
Steeltoe Joe: Matrimony was ordained for the mutual society, help, and comfort, that the one ought to have of the other, in both prosperity and adversity.
Steeltoe Joe: Into which estate these two persons present come now to be joined. Therefore if any man can show any just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter forever hold his peace.
Freddy Whoa: Doubt anyone would interfere as Eric Price threatened to fire anyone who meddled who was not invited.
Erin Robbins: Fair leadership in action yet again.
Crowd: She’s a bitch! She’s a bitch! She’s a bitch!
Freddy Whoa: I think this crowd is objecting.
Erin Robbins: Such disrespectful urchins!
Steeltoe Joe: Can we please have some civility here for this sacred ceremony? Just a little decorum is all I ask!
Crowd boos loudly
Steeltoe Joe: Now then, Eric … will you …
“Primadonna Girl” by Marina and the Diamonds suddenly starts playing. Eric and Sarah both look towards the entryway with angry looks on their faces and out walks Ana Valentine…with John Barber at her side!
Freddy Whoa: This pairing should not come as a surprise since we have been witnessing their alliance form over the last couple of weeks.
Erin Robbins: But where’s Billy? I love that guy!
Ana and John both have mics with them, but before Ana can speak into hers, Eric interrupts her.
Eric Price: What the hell do you think you’re doing out here?! Where’s security?! And what the hell are you doing out here with her, Mr. Barber? You really think this is someone you should be aligning yourself with? I’ll tell you what, if you don’t leave this instant, right after Slam goes off the air, I will fire both of you!
Sarah just glares at the two of them without saying a word.
Ana Valentine: Eric, Eric. Calm down, I'm not here to attack you or ... mess with the beautiful little set-up you have here and besides; security isn’t going to take us away because we’ve been cleared by security.
Eric Price: What do you mean cleared by security? Who the hell gave that order?
Ana Valentine: We’ll show you.
Ana and John gesture towards the back and members of security roll out a large wedding cake, complete with a little bride and groom on the top. Eric and Sarah are both confused, but Eric finally starts grinning as the cake is rolled down the ramp. Ana and John follow it, with John speaking now.
John Barber: Eric, we know there’s been a lot of hard feelings between all of us lately and to show you that the past is the past, we thought we’d bring you a present to make your wedding THAT much better, cause SHITFIRE, Eric, it’s your and Miss Twilight’s big day.
The cake comes to a stop a few feet away from the ring. Eric is grinning and mouthing the word “Wow” over and over. He steps down from the ring looking at both Ana and John warily as if they’re about to attack him. Both step back and gesture towards the cake. Eric steps up to the cake and after looking at it for a few seconds, slowly puts his finger out and takes a swipe at the icing. His face turns to confusion as he realizes it’s a fake cake.
Freddy Whoa: Well that’s odd. They brought him a fake cake.
Suddenly the fake cake explodes and out pops a large man. Eric leaps back and back pedals towards the ring. The large man is BILLY! Billy is wearing nothing but a Bowie and a bedazzled thong and he starts dancing and gyrating in front of Eric. Eric looks like he’s about to hurl and the crowd is going nuts over this. Sarah is beside herself in the ring, about to vomit as well. Billy thrusts his hips towards Eric but his eyes are on Sarah as he licks his thumb and traces it down his body with a wink.
Crowd: BILLY! BILLY! BILLY!
Freddy Whoa: HAHA this is hilarious!!
Erin Robbins: Even though it's Billy, I think this is all just disgusting and so disrespectful!
Ana Valentine and John Barber are howling with laughter. Finally, Sarah has had enough and starts coming down from the ring. Billy turns and runs up the ramp as John Barber and Ana Valentine slowly back up the ramp, still laughing. Eric has a horrified look on his face, but as Sarah reaches down and gets him on his feet, his face turns to that of pure rage over this embarrassment.
Crowd cheers at Ana, Billy, and John Barber
Eric Price: Oh yeah, cheer for them, applaud them because this is the last time you will ever see them here in EPPW and on Slam because after this wedding is over, those three will be FIRED!
Eric gives an evil grin as the crowd boos loudly at this proclamation
Eric Price: YOU’RE NOT LAUGHING NOW ARE YOU?! YOU’RE NOT LAUGHING NOW!
Eric and Sarah make their way back into the ring standing in front of the altar again
Steeltoe Joe: Moving past this interruption, Eric … will you …
The camera leads towards the entrance ramp, Eric and Sarah both look towards the ramp with smiles awaiting the departure of the prior interruption but then a shadow of a person can be seen. Slowly coming from the backstage comes the masked man with a pillow containing two rings. Eric then begins to fume up, but he resists, trying to stay calm in a moment of crisis. The masked man, now sporting a black tuxedo pulls out a microphone from his back pocket as he slowly makes his way to the ramp.
Masked Man: Mr. and Mrs. Price, how happy it is that I could spend this magical night with you guys. Us three all here, with thousands of people in attendance, now I call that a wedding. As much as I like talking about your horrible relationship, it is time for me to speak my mind, and go through a couple of subjects that concern the newly named last entrant for War XII.
Freddy Whoa: Haha, this is true!
Erin Robbins: That’s still a sour spot!
The crowd erupts with many cheers because of the incident last week with Eric naming the masked man as the last War XII entrant.
Masked Man: Eric, I am gonna make this short because let’s be honest, this wedding is bound to be a disaster just with the two of you here. I have noticed that within the past couple of weeks that there has been a numerous amount of masked or "hooded" men that have appeared. I am here to inform you that I am here for one purpose and one only, and that is to end the Stable Wars. Eric, you know that all these "imposters" have been around your company, yet you still worry about nothing but this wedding. Eric, you seriously have your priorities majorly out of line. The reason I am here is to give not only you and your wife a gift, but the fans as well.
Erin Robbins: What’s he talking about?
The masked man turns back towards the back for a few moments. The air grows quiet with anticipation. Eric and Sarah look at each other with puzzled looks upon their faces, awaiting for the masked man to return. After a few moments the masked man returns with gifts in both of his hands. He slams them on the stage, before raising the microphone to his mouth.
Masked Man: Like I said Eric, I need to get going, so I will make this quick. As you know … these are your own presents, but I thought as you’re the owner of the WCF or EPPW or whatever you call it, you don't need these presents. So once again, I thought of the people. At this time, I would like to award this crowd for sitting through this boring ass wedding.
The masked man takes presents and proceeds to throw them into the crowd. Eric starts to run towards the masked man, but stops himself at the edge of the ring trying to stay calm.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: How incredibly disrespectful, this Masked Man is nothing but a thief!
The masked man kicks and throws several gifts, the sounds of crashing within the wrapping can be heard as plates and other presents begin to break. Once again the microphone is raised to his covered mouth.
Masked Man: And for your present, I would like to thank the both of you for drawing my name from the tumbler. I mean how lucky can you be?
Security can be seen rushing from the backstage as the masked man dashes from the stage towards the ring, but he takes a detour through the crowd, dropping the microphone by the ring. He can be seen slowly walking up the steps and out the arena as the crowd cheers. Leaving the gifts in the crowd and the rings on the stage.
Erin Robbins: What a disrespectful bastard!
Freddy Whoa: This is great!
Sarah Twilight: Ugh ... let's just get on with it.
Eric nods as he is infuriated.
Eric Price: Can’t you people show even a modicum of respect for Sarah and myself?! Honestly, this is about true love, this is about two people who care about each other and you people insist on cheering for these interruptions, for these cretins … you know what … I will not allow you to bring me down, this is a positive and happy occasion and it will continue.
Steeltoe Joe: Well put Eric. Now then … Eric … I understand that you have prepared your own vows to read to Sarah here tonight. If you would please read them at this time.
Eric nods his head and does so with great glee
Eric Price: Sarah … ever since I laid eyes on you last year, I knew you were something very special, the gem among all the gems, the diamond of the world that everyone needed to love and appreciate. I could see success in you from day one and I knew that you would become the best in this industry. However more than that, despite some people thinking you’re a cold person, I saw past that, I saw past your anger and saw a deeply wonderful and caring woman who simply yearned for some love.
Freddy Whoa: Oh God, Maalox …. someone get me some Maalox!
Erin Robbins: Freddy, shut up! Don’t be jealous!
Eric Price: And I am so happy that you saw that I loved you as well and that honestly, Sarah … you are the love of my life. You complete me and make me whole … what’s that old saying about the better half, clearly you are my better half and I completely and unconditionally love you. It is with this in mind that I’ve prepared a little something for you, a little surprise wedding gift! Before I do though, Jon, the rings.
Jon hands Eric both rings, Eric puts on his own wedding ring on his ring finger on his right hand. Eric then grabs Sarah’s hand and puts on her wedding ring, with probably the biggest diamond ever seen on it on her ring finger on her right hand as well.
Eric Price: But now to my surprise!
Eric pulls out a few documents from his jacket pocket and hands Sarah the papers as she just surveys them uncaringly
Eric Price: Now what are those papers? See … I was going to wait until the honeymoon but I am just so excited and I couldn’t hold off any longer so I thought I’d surprise you here! Those papers are the ownership papers of EPPW. I’ve already signed them! And to transfer the company to you, all you have to do is sign those papers!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: WOW!
Sarah’s uncaring demeanor changes into a huge smirk on her face as she hangs onto the papers. Eric quickly tries to get a pen but she tells him to hold on for that.
Eric Price: Yes, this is my great gift to you, I know you will cherish it and treat it with great respect and it will truly symbolize our love for one another! Now Joe, let’s get on with this and make it all official!
Before Joe can continue, Sarah holds a finger up, indicating to them that they should wait for a moment yet.
Sarah Twilight: You didn't think I'd come out here without a wedding gift myself ... did you?
Eric gently kicks his foot against the canvas as he holds his hands behind his back looking quite bashful as perhaps he slightly thought that she might not have a gift for him. Sarah smiles as she looks toward the entrance ramp. At this time a few MS-13 members dressed down in tuxedos just as well begin wheeling a restrained Brandon Stevens down the ramp. Eric looks on with a bit of confusion.
Sarah Twilight: Knowing how many interruptions we've had take place ... I felt that there would be no better way to celebrate ... us, than by making an example. You have been so utterly disrespected by rookies that ... well that something had to be done.
Eric now grins and looks at Sarah with his eyes beaming with love for her. The MS-13 members bring Brandon into the ring and seat the wheelchair he is bound to at the back corner of the ring, away from the ceremony. They now also take their places.
Sarah Twilight: Things are going to change around here ... believe me they will. We are not going to have these twits running around doing as they please. ...
The crowd boos LOUDLY.
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck! You suck! You suck!
Sarah Twilight: But we'll deal with the insignificant later. Tonight ... is about us, Eric. And that is where the focus should be. So I believe that we've wasted enough time in listening to the ramblings of those who do not matter.
More raucous boos from the crowd.
Eric Price: I couldn't have said it better myself ... Joe?
Steeltoe Joe: Absolutely! Eric Price, do you take Sarah Twilight to be your lawfully wedded wife, promising to love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her; in sickness and in health, forsaking all others so long as you both shall live?
Eric Price: I DO!
Crowd boos loudly
Steeltoe Joe: And Sarah Twilight ...
Sarah again holds up a finger, this time to Joe ... indicating that she did still have something to say. Joe nods and gives her the floor.
Sarah Twilight: I also do have something to say to you Eric, before everything finishes.
Eric listens anxiously.
Sarah Twilight: I mean this whole set up ... wow. Writing your own vows, everything that you've put into this... the wedding gift. It is certainly something that would ensure that any girl would remember this day for the rest of her life.
Eric smiles, still beaming as she speaks.
Freddy Whoa: Oh God, is she ... actually being mushy? This is kinda disgusting.
Erin Robbins: It's the most wonderful thing I have ever witnessed! They love each other so much. Can't you just be happy for them?
Freddy Whoa: No, actually I can't.
Sarah Twilight: And that is exactly what I have wanted since the very moment you asked me to be your wife. I wanted to make sure that this would be a day that you would never forget either.
She smiles at him. Eric is completely lovestruck, staring into her eyes.
Sarah Twilight: I have known exactly what I was going to say and do the moment that you asked me. The emotion that radiates from you is unquestionable. You've done all of this ... for me. I almost want to say that I don't know what to say here, but I do know what I am going to say. Eric, I wanted to make certain that this night went EXACTLY according to plan. That it would be absolutely perfect in every way. Despite the few bumps along the way ... everything is STILL going to end up perfect. This night ... is perfect.
Eric stands proud of himself knwoing that his efforts were appreciated by his wife-to-be. His smile couldn't get any wider.
Sarah Twilight: So now, as Joe asks me the words ...
She nods to Joe who clears his throat and had been ready.
Steeltoe Joe: Sarah Twilight, do you take Eric Price to be your lawfully wedded husband, promising to love him, comfort him, honor, and keep him; in sickness and in health, forsaking all others so long as you both shall live?
Sarah smiles big as she looks at Eric. His smile is even bigger. She looks at him for a long moment.
Sarah Twilight: There has always only been one answer to this question. I've known it from the moment you asked me ...
Erin Robbins: This is it! I am so excited!
Freddy Whoa: I'm going to barf.
Eric is still beaming as she continues to smile at him. Her pearly whites gleaming and her beauty so radiant. Her long red hair wrapping over the white gown in an angelic fashion. Everyone hangs onto this final moment anxiously as the celebration awaits. The crowd continues to boo beyond anything they have ever done before. Eric awaits those magical words from her lips that sends them both into matrimonial bliss. Eric's face however, sinks in horror as Sarah's expression changes almost instantly. Now in her eyes that same hateful, uncaring evil that he witnessed back at Aftermath as she punished him unmercilessly. Sarah finally delivers her answer.
Sarah Twilight: NO!
Erin Robbins: Wait What?!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Before Eric can even process what was happening, Steeltoe Joe BLASTS him with the book from the altar. Eric is sent stumbling back and is tackled down by Jonathan Jakobs who sends a flurry of fists at his former mentor! The crowd doesn't even know HOW to react at this point as Eric Price is being MAULED by the very people he called allies. Eric desperately reaches out toward Sarah with the saddest of expressions in his eyes.
Eric Price: Why?! Why?! I love you!
He calls out over and over as he is beaten mercilessly. He continues trying to reach for Sarah as if somewhow she was actually going to help him. His love for her still blinding him even as he has been betrayed.
Erin Robbins: Eric Price is being decimated by Bravado! This is nuts ... but I like it!
Freddy Whoa: This is ... I don't even know what this is.
Nathan von Liebert makes sure to get him some of the action as Jakobs HAULS Eric to his feet and shoves him into NvL's waiting arms for THE STRAIGHT JACKET DROP!!! Sarah rips off the wedding gown and veil as she discards it in disgust, kicking it from the ring. Beneath the wedding garb she is wearing her usual attire, a pair of blue denim jeans and a black crop top printed tee with "The Only One" written across it. Instinctively the crowd begins to boo her actions. Seth Lerch and Gravedigger seem to be the only members of Bravado who are shocked by the turn of events. The beating continues, as Eric is completely demolished from all sides. STJ, NvL, and the others gather around the fallen Price as Sarah steps to the center of them all. She kneels down, grabbing a handful of Eric's hair, yanking his face upward, displaying him like an animal as she berates him.
Sarah Twilight: You are WEAK Eric! You are PATHETIC!!!
She spits on him and the crowd boos even LOUDER now. Many of them actually feeling sorry for Eric Price. Eric is beaten, battered and very out of it as Sarah now DRAGS him to his feet. She grips his face violently as she uses her free hand to slap the shit out of him and wake him up slightly.
Erin Robbins: It's true ... Eric has been rather weak in actually maintaining order around here. I can see how that would be a problem.
Freddy Whoa: Jumping ship that fast are we?
Erin Robbins: I have ALWAYS supported the lovely Sarah Twilight. I haven't forgotten that she's given me a job.
Sarah Twilight: You make me SICK you useless piece of shit! You're a coward ... too fucking sensitive, too naive and too STUPID to EVER share in a moment like this with me. Things are going to fucking change now, Eric. You make sure you remember this night.
With those words, she rears back and punches Eric straight in the face, as she does this, the diamond from her ring falls off its band and to the floor while also knocking him back to the floor easily as he was still suffering the effects of the onslaught he'd already endured. Once again, the jackals waste no time in picking him apart just for the hell of it as almost ALL of Bravado begin stomping away at Eric. Sarah just watches the carnage with the sickest, most evil smirk we've ever seen upon her face. The crowd just loses it with boos.
Crowd: BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!
The only people who are absent from participating in the beatdown are Seth Lerch and Gravedigger, who both still seem completely shocked at what is going on. At this point Sarah turns her attention to Brandon Stevens. The crowd just continues to boo. Two MS-13 members gather on both sides of Stevens and the manager looks scared out of his mind. Sarah smirks at him.
Sarah Twilight: And now, you will have the opportunity that I promised.
Erin Robbins: A live execution .... this should boost ratings by a LOT!
Freddy Whoa: WHAT?! Erin you have serious problems. And if that goes down, I am outta here.
Though instead of Brandon being taken the the chopping block, the MS-13 members release his shackles. Everyone looks on, shocked.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa ... what the hell is going on?
Brandon beams with confidence now as he asks for a microphone. He respectfully bows toward Sarah before addressing this Montgomery crowd.
Brandon Stevens: Ladies and gentlemen .... I give to you .... the man beast .... LIONHEART!
"The Animal" by Disturbed hits and Lionheart walks out ... focused as he just keeps his eyes on the ring. The crowd boos as he makes his way to the ring and rolls in. He stands there, just staring at the downed Eric Price.
Erin Robbins: I am ... pretty confused right now.
Freddy Whoa: That makes two of us.
Sarah starts directing traffic as she points down at her would-be husband.
Sarah Twilight: Get him up! Get that pathetic sack of shit to his feet.
Jakobs and STJ each grab one of Eric's arms and they haul him to his feet.
Sarah Twilight: How fitting, Eric. How very fitting that the final image anyone is going to see of you ... is you being decimated by yet another fucking rookie. I want that to be what everyone remembers you for Eric. The man who could never grow a set of balls. Week after week I have listened to you whine and cry about rookies! Fucking rookies, Eric .... they don't fucking matter and you waste your time with rookies. Now you are going to have the final nail driven into your coffin by one.
Erin Robbins: Humiliation. She's going to make sure he is humiliated. Now this is how you handle things!
Freddy Whoa: The man is already beaten down. This isn't necessary.
She shakes her head in disgust and takes a step back, throwing up her hand as if giving off the signal as Joe and Jakobs continues to hold Eric up. Lionheart does not hesitate as he charges forward at Eric with the Primal Charge! SPEARING Price right THROUGH the ALTAR!!! Flashbulbs and smart phones all over the arena light up as indeed this image of Eric Price would end up on magazine covers and websites everywhere. Sarah just continues to look down upon Eric as being a waste of space as he lay there in a crumples heap. Lionheart and Brandon Stevens exit the ring, their job having been completed. This leaves Bravado there with the fallen Eric Price. Sarah retrieves the paperwork that Eric had handed her much earlier and without any hesitation, she signs the documents which now decalre her the sole owner of EPPW/WCF. She grins ever so wickedly as she looks down at Eric one final time.
Sarah Twilight: Oh and by the way, Eric ...
The crowd is booing like MAD as they realize Sarah Twilight now controls the company. Sarah completely ignores them and continues to address an unconscious Eric Price.
Sarah Twilight: You're fired!
Erin Robbins: Hhahaha! She just fired him. He started the night as the owner and now he doesn't even have a job!
Freddy Whoa: How can you possibly be happy about that? I mean ... I have always been an advocate of seeing EPPW come to an end ... but like this? Erin, we've just gone from bad to WORSE!!!
Erin Robbins: Things couldn't BE better are you kidding me?
Freddy Whoa: Eric Price in a blinded, lovestruck state has just signed over EPPW to Sarah Twilight. With how sick and sadistic this woman is ... who knows what we can expect in weeks to come.
Erin Robbins: Things will actually get done around here. And Shannan Lerch replacing me? Fat chance now, bitch!
Freddy Whoa: This is probably the darkest day we've ever seen in EPPW ... WCF or whatever it will be referred to as now. We expected an unholy union here tonight ... and what we got instead is far worse than anything any of us could have ever imagined. Sarah Twilight owns this company ... and it pains me to even say that. This is all the time we have ... I don't know if anyone will be safe come next week. Tune in ... it's going to get bad!
Sarah stands in the ring with a foot placed over the fallen Eric Price as Bravado celebrates this new era that was to begin. The crowd is by now rioting as we finally fade out.