(EAW Intro Plays)
(Our camera opens up to the parking lot area where a limo with tinted windows is slowly pulling up. The faint sound of muffled music can be heard through the doors of the limousine as it parks in front of the entrance of the arena. The chauffeur steps out of the driver’s side and rushes over to open the rear passenger seat, allowing “Shake That” from Megan Thee Stallion’s album “Fever” to echo throughout the parking lot. The driver extends his hand out and from the inside of the limo and a perfectly manicured hand grabs onto him. The driver supports Felix Hartley’s weight as she fully steps out of the limo.)
(Upon laying their eyes on Felix, the fans in the arena start up a tremendous series of boos and jeers as Felix smiles and adjusts her red fur shawl over her shoulders as she extends her feet for the camera to get a good look of her matching mink fur Gucci slides. The chauffeur has removed her Gucci luggage from the trunk of the limousine and drags it over to her. She begins to walk off towards the arena.)
???: Felix! Felix, wait a moment!
(Kyra Phillips, Showdown’s exclusive interviewer steps into the frame with a microphone, stopping Felix in her tracks.)
Felix Hartley: (Rolling her eyes) So I been here a minute at most and they’ve already started flagging me down? What do you want?
Kyra Phillips: Felix, welcome to Showdown! What are your thoughts regarding—
(Felix simply raises one of her beautifully manicured hands and places her palm directly in Kyra’s face to silence her.)
Felix Hartley: K. That’s enough, I’m bored, you can go now.
Kyra Phillips: But, Felix, the EAW Universe needs to know, now more than ever–
Felix Hartley: Look, hun, I get it. I know that I’ve got everyone’s attention, it’s all eyes on Felix Hartley these days. You people just can’t get enough of me, can you? Despite all the doubters who never thought for a second that it was gonna be so easy for me to take you all by storm. Now you all want more, more, more of me, don’t you? It’s adorable. But I don’t give a damn about whatever it is the EAW Universe thinks they need, or whatever you think they need—what matters to me is what I need. And right now? I need a fucking chai tea latte. You got those here, don’t you? Nevermind, I’m no longer interested in giving you more opportunity to continue to waste my time, so, bye.
(Felix aggressively pushes past Kyra, the microphone in Kyra’s hand colliding with Felix’s shoulder as she drags her Gucci suitcase straight up the ramp leading into the arena.)
(“DNA” by Kendrick Lamar begins to play as the Showdown intro runs for the broadcast. Camera opens to see a panning shot inside of Madison Square Garden where the rabid New York crowd are on their feet and screaming and shouting as they are ready for the show ahead.)
(The Camera pans across the crowd and we see several signs such as “Money Makin Bhris”, “Make Me Malcum”, and “The Knicks Accept Their Fate With Barrett” before cutting to the commentary desk with Eve and Deadprez.)
Eve: HELLO EVERYONE AND WELCOME TO EAW’S FLAGSHIP PROGRAM, SATURDAY NIGHT SHOWDOWN! MY NAME IS EVE AND IM JOINED AS EVER BY THE IMMEASURABLE DEADPREZ!
Deadprez: Can’t measure it. Too big.
Eve: We have an action packed show for you tonight as we are just weeks away from the greatest stage in the industry and probably the entire world, Pain for Pride!! And tonight we will see a contract signing for the Main Event of the entire show as Chris Elite and Malcolm Jones will meet face to face right here tonight!
Deadprez: And speaking of Malcolm Jones, he will be responding to the recent challenges of the recently signed upstart, Vic Venom! Vic made a big statement last week by beating Cody Marshall after a dominant run through the Fight Grid scene and he decided he wanted to turn up the competition by calling out the King of Elite and EAW Champion himself, Malcolm Jones!
Eve: And the New Breed Champion, SOSA Henderson will take on TLA! Both men are still trying to figure out exactly what they will be doing at Pain for Pride but you have to think the winner of tonight’s matchup will gain major momentum! And Terry Chambers has assembled a rag tag group to take on the Round Table tonight as we will have a massive eight man tag team match! Terry has been a man on a mission to get Drake King after returning from injury at the hands of Drake’s knights. His target has been set but you have to wonder if Terry is in over his head considering how well the Round Table operate as a unit.
Deadprez: That could be the case, Eve. But another man who’s made his target very clear is Ahren Fournier. Two days ago Ahren streamed a video during the match between Kassidy Heart and Serena Bennett. Kassidy looked to be handling Serena and well on her way to victory before she was treated to Ahren Fournier violating the grave of her grandmother by urinating on it on worldwide television. And this distraction cost Kassidy the win. Tonight, Ahren returns to the ring to take on the man he and Kassidy actually worked together to try and take down months ago, Diamond Cage.
Eve: Cage has made himself clear. He believes he belongs in the main event of Pain for Pride. And will stop at nothing to get there. A dominant win against the former champion could go a long way in making that happen.
Deadprez: All That And so much more, but first, we open tonight as two hometown boys make their way back.
(The camera pans to the ring where The ring mat is donned black. A chair is placed on either side of a black table. On it is the contract for the EAW Championship match at Pain for Pride. Sofia Clarke is in the ring, she raises the microphone and begins to speak.)
Sofia Clarke: What’s up New York City?!
(The crowd pops loudly at the mention of their home city)
Sofia Clarke: I know y’all are used to seeing me on Voltage but tonight is a special occasion that EAW wanted me to be a part of and I’m honored to have the opportunity. As you can see we have a contract and a table and that can only mean one thing…. Chris Elite and Malcolm Jones will both be out here momentarily!
(Another huge pop is let out by the crowd at the mention of two hometown heroes)
Sofia Clarke: I know I know, y’all are excited and ready to get this thing started so I won’t hold you up any longer. The first person I’m going to bring out is a man who not only grew up in New York City, but a man who grew up in this very borough of Manhattan, Harlem’s Finest… The EAW Champion… MALCOLM JONES!
(“Pray For Em” by Meek Mill hits to an enormous pop as Malcolm Jones emerges through the curtain with a confident strut up the ramp, he dawns the Knicks blue and orange attire with the EAW Championship wrapped around his waist. He enters the ring giving a wink at Sofia who blushes in response and sits down in a chair at the table and looks through the contract as the music dies down.)
Sofia Clarke: Welcome Malcolm it’s great to be in the presence of the champ! Now that we have the champ let’s introduce the chall-
Malcolm Jones: Hol up.
(Sofia stops in the middle of her sentence as she’s startled at MJ talking over her.)
Malcolm Jones: Before you bring that fuckboy out I just wanna talk to the people for a second…. MY people.
(The crowd cheers)
Malcolm Jones: This is about the only damn crowd I ever like performing in front of because a good amount of y’all come from where I come from and represent what I represent. Y’all was there rooting for me at last year’s Pain for Pride throwing a block party and even tho I lost, you didn’t give up on me like everybody else did. And normally it’d be expected of me to thank you, but the fact of the matter is you should be thanking ME. EYE was the one who held the city down when Big Balding Bitc– I mean Big Bloody Bhris got too comfortable and dropped the ball. Or when Dyke Trashuda politicked her way into an undeserved reign and left you all hanging. Typical tho, Harlem succeeding at what Brooklyn fails at doing, just another day in the neighborhood.
(The crowd gives a loud mixed reaction as there are a lot of Brooklyn natives in the crowd)
Malcolm Jones: Ahh there you are. There’s the fuckboys that was celebrating like it was New Years over on your gentrified blocks at last years festival when Chris beat me by the skin of his teeth. Fuck y’all. Look at me now, you hate to see it don’t you? Well get used to eating your hearts out cuz I promise you my match at Pain for Pride 12 will end in the same way… with my hand held high.
(MJ raises the championship in the air)
Malcolm Jones: NOW you can bring that fuckboy o-
(“Odee” by A Boogie hits to a huge pop as Chris Elite comes out rocking black and white Nets themed colors, he makes his way down the ramp not taking an eye off of MJ before entering the ring and sitting on the opposite side of the table.)
Chris Elite: I don’t know who you was calling a fuckboy so I figured to skip the fancy into and find out myself.
(MJ chuckles before beginning to speak.)
Malcolm Jones: Anyways, it’s great to see you out here tonight in front our “our” home crowd. Malcolm Jones and Chris Elite… New York City never looked this pretty! (Malcolm says in a sarcastic tone but the crowd explodes in cheers nonetheless). Or whatever the fuck it was that you said when you first met me, remember that? When you came down to NEO to dickride me and have lived in my shadow ever since? Good times, good times. But yeah, save the tough guy shit for Pain for Pride trust me you’re gonna need it. Wassup tho Chris? How are ya? Happy Pride Month by the way.
Chris Elite: Ah yes I remember, when I came to hold an open challenge to the same roster that housed the likes of Daryl and Charlie and you came out to dickride and say you wanna be on my level. Anyways tho, that’s cute, I figured June wasn’t a month you’re too fond of since you get war flashbacks of me kicking your ass in that very month a year ago.
Malcolm Jones: Nah I’m good. Feeling real comfy, real happy, relaxed, I can’t quite put my finger on why (repeatedly pokes his championship) but I’m more than good. How bout you? Wait don’t answer that. You gonna put on your poker face and act like all is well in the world of Chris Elite as if it doesn’t kill you inside to see me sitting here holding a world championship while you’re opposite of where you were a year ago. I couldn’t have written a better full circle story myself but it’s funny how shit turns around right? Now look at you, scratching and clawing to regain a position you let slip while I’m being a better world champ than you could have ever dreamed of being. One might look at this “epic” rematch as something I should have marked on my calendar ready to avenge but I honestly don’t care fam. I know for a fact you’re more excited about this match than I am and all that does is set yourself up for further disappointment cuz I’m not letting this title go regardless. Besides, I made up for losing to you a long time ago by kicking your ass and passing you up ten times over.
Chris Elite: That’s what you really think? You gonna sit there and lie to your own people that you don’t care about this match and it means nothing? Copy. I don’t know who told you otherwise nigga, but I’m still the fuckin King of New York. (A huge mixed reaction is given in response to that). It’s gonna take a lot more than a multi person match where you pin me to declare otherwise. I’m still more marketable, I’m still who the people pay to see, and I get more love in ya own home burrough than you do. It’s at least 50/50 with me here, your bitch ass damn near got booed out of the building when you were in Brooklyn and it wasn’t even your match. Let’s face the facts. No matter who you face or what you accomplish or how much you THINK you’ve passed me up, your opponents to this day still rub the fact that you lost to me last year in your face. Why? I don’t know because I’ll beat them the fuck up too. But the fact is, it happens. The loss haunts you and follows you everywhere you go so the general consensus is you haven’t made up for shit. You think you’ve patched it up but the wound is too big to heal that way. That’s why you need this match and you need it a lot more than I do. Because at this point if I lose it’s expected right? I “fElL oFf” you tho? You in the best shape you ever been so there should be no excuses. But if– excuse me, but WHEN, I beat the shit out of you and take that title away from you and end my night at Pain for Pride with my hand raised holding a world championship for the second year in a row… you just gonna have to live with that L.
Malcolm Jones: Ah it’s good to see you’re still the simple minded clown from a year ago. Look fam, it’s not that deep. All you did was say how much value you put into people’s words over your own. I can’t relate. I don’t give a FUCK what people say or what the consensus is or how many times I face an opponent with an unoriginal repetitive talking point. I does what the fuck I does for one person and one person only, and that person is Malcolm Jones. I made it a mission to become a world champion in season 12 to fulfill what was a SELF-need, not what the people needed. That’s the main difference between you and I, you follow a crowd and I don’t. You come out here and make jokes and memes and you make the people laugh, I can’t knock you for it that’s your prerogative but me on the other hand? I’m not a insecure little attention deprived bitch like you are so I think I’m good whether I get approval or not. But since the people matter so much to you, how you gonna explain to them when I whoop your ass? Is it gonna be a matter of “MJ has just evolved so much over the past year” or is it gonna be a matter of “I fell the fuck off and I haven’t been the same since last summer”? Choices choices choices. Oh and when you lost in front of your hometown in Brooklyn to Rex and let your people down, how did you explain that? Off night? Too much Henny? How did you even walk on your– wait no, Big Mike’s block the next day and show your face to the homies knowing you let some bland cac who got bested by Diamond Cage take your title? That shit was like a visual example of gentrification. A white guy rolls up into Brooklyn and knocks their native off of their post, taking their prized possession. That’d never be me.
Chris Elite: All good things must come to an end. You win some you lose some. Whether it had been at Pain for Pride but you failed, or at Crossfire when Rex did what you failed to do. I’m past that now though. What matters is that EAW Championship and Pain for Pride 12, if you think you getting into the ring with the motherfucker from 2018 then you better stay home cuz it ain’t gonna end well for you.
Malcolm Jones: Nah I think I’ll show up and show out like I always do. I’m just simply not invested into the idea of our so called rematch to be this big thing ya know? Your name value don’t hit the same as it did a year ago. I honestly wanted to fight Cage because he was the Elitist of the Year and closed out PFP with a win, he reached the top of the top. But instead I’m here stuck with damaged goods, a bum staying afloat by a contract and can’t get the job done without some extra fuckery. Kinda like at last years show when Big Mike came out to help you.
Chris Elite: Bitch Big Mike only came out to help because you had your little Joneset fuckboys attempt to do the same. Don’t be mad cuz you failed at what I did. Facts is, I only use Big Mike when needed, like when Ahren was trying to use Kassidy to his advantage I offsetted that. Your bitch ass crew keeps their business to themselves and won’t have to worry about Big Mike, point blank period.
(Malcolm Jones picks up a pen and writes something on the contract that isn’t his signature and then shows it to Chris Elite.)
Malcolm Jones: You see this? I just added a new term and condition fuckboy. No Joneset, no Big Mike. Interference from either results in a loss and the title will switch hands. I know you got the OP contract to make it happen so give your blessing if you really bout it.
Chris Elite: Okay… it’s official then. You act like that’s supposed to scare me, ima kick your ass with or without Big Mike and that’s on everything. Since we in the mood of adding terms and raising stakes I might as well throw it out there. Me versus you is a big money match and all, mostly because of me, but I want even more money. I wanna spice things up a bit from last year and embarrass and discipline my son in more ways than one, more than just the traditional way ya know? So lets raise the fuckin stakes. Chris Elite versus MJ… IN A THREE STAGES OF HELL MATCH.
(The crowd cheers at the extra challenge Chris Elite lays down)
Malcolm Jones: Am I supposed to hesitate to accept? Make it happen then! Imagine being so fuckin eager for your death to the point where you just adding more and more causes of it. You’ll learn tho, you’ll fuckin learn. Each stage of hell is just going to accumulate more asswhoopings for you, more ways to torture you, and more ways to further display why I’m clearly way better than you and passed you up a long time ago. So thanks, keep it up.
Chris Elite: Will do! Anything else that comes to mind I’ll let you know, as far as what the stages will contain? Well I won’t give you the whole load in one night even though I’m sure you’re used to taking them, pause. So live with that for now. Keep that title warm for me slime, cuz it’s only a matter of time till I became Bhrisanova2x, if you know you know. Oh wassup Sofia? That thing sitting right in that dress, fuck with a real one and I can upgrade that Fashion Nova to Fendi real quick. :mjlit:
(Sofia is seen laughing)
Malcolm Jones: She blushes at me, she laughs at you like the joke you are.
Chris Elite: We gonna see who’s laughing come Pain for Pride, and we all know I can have any bitch you ever had or wanted… word to Ass-traea.
Malcolm Jones: We recycling material from September now :whew:. I hope you don’t recycle your performance from there too otherwise you won’t make it to the second stage. But hey I hope you enjoyed it, hows my dick taste?
Sofia Clarke: Okay okay okay this is getting out of hand and neither of you are going to stop until you get the last word and I’m getting yelled at in my ear to wrap this thing up, so lets do that.
Chris Elite: Baby I don’t wrap nothing up if you know what I me–
(Sofia puts her hand over Chris Elite’s mic)
Chris Elite(off mic): Oh you like touching mics huh? :shaq:
Malcolm Jones: Breh…… (Malcolm hurriedly signs the contract and leaves out of annoyance).
Chris Elite: I mean, I figured flirting with Sofia was more entertaining than listening to you talk your bullshit but that’s cool, do what you do. Run away like the bitch you are. Run away like you’ve been running away from facing the reality of losing to me all season. You’re gonna have to face that demon head up face to face come Pain for Pride. Remember this, write it down, take a picture I don’t give a fuck, but understand.. No matter what you accomplish and how far you go in your career one thing is for sure and two things are for certain. Malcolm Jones will always be Chris Elite’s BITCH.
(Malcolm stops at the end of the ramp and turns around to give Chris a death stare who looks on with a confident smirk. “Odee” picks back up as the two men taunt and talk trash off mic from their respective locations.)
(Commercial promoting Pain for Pride.)
(Camera reopens to find Gina Romano Inside the ring.)
Gina Romano: The following contest is an eight man tag team match scheduled for ONE FALL….
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘No Leaf Clover’ by Metallica starts up as ‘The Outsider’ Kevin Hawkins slowly and methodically makes his way out from beyond the curtains with an intimidating expression on his face. He raises his arms up with closed fists as the crowd gives him nothing but jeers. Kevin makes his way toward the ring ignoring some fans and sneering at others as he massages his wrists, clearly ready for action.)
Gina Romano: Introducing first….He hails from Columbus, Ohio…..Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FIVE POUNDS….He’s ‘THE OUTSIDER’…..KEEEEVVVVVIIIINNNNN HAWWWWKKKKIIINNNSSSS!!!
Eve: He’s lean! He’s mean! And tonight he debuts on Showdown, and will be looking to get him a piece of the Round Table! Kevin Hawkins has been out of the game for a few years, but now he’s looking to pick back up where he left off….and he’s chosen EAW to be his new playground to be the human wrecking ball that he’s noted for!
Deadprez: He’s old, Eve! Could be even more washed up than a used car salesman! HAHAHAHA!!! But nonetheless, he’s got three other men on his side that could make a difference on their best day against The Round Table. Yeah, right. Who are we kidding, Eve! The Round Table all day baby….ALL DAY!
(‘No Leaf Clover’ is replaced with ‘Addiction’ by Dope as the man known as Mammoth begins stalking out toward the ring with a purpose with a wide crazed look in his eyes, rage in his face as he eye’s one of his partners for the night in Kevin Hawkins.)
Gina Romano: And his partner….He hails from Toronto, Ontario Canada….Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SIX POUNDS….He’s ‘THE BEAST’….MMMMAAAAAAMMM MMMMOOOTTTTHHHH!!!
Eve: Do they get any more intimidating than Kevin Hawkins, DP!!?? This man might have an argument, I’ll say that much! Look how mean and menacing this guy looks!
Deadprez: He may look mean and menacing in your eyes, Eve, but what’s that gonna mean to someone like Drake King who’s ended careers, and the Round Table of who’ve taken time off the careers of others!!??
Eve: You drive a good point, DP! We’ll just have to wait and see, I guess.
(‘You Only Live Once (Instrumental)’ by Suicide Silence starts up and Damon Diesel slowly makes his way out with no waste in time as he slowly walks out with somewhat of a pout, but mostly a serious expression as he makes his way toward the ring as the crowd boos Damon.’)
Gina Romano: And introducing their partner…He hails from Orlando, Florida….Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN POUNDS….He’s ‘THE UNCHAINED BEAST’…..DAAAAAMMMMOOOONNNNN DIIIIEEESSSSEEEELLLLLL!!!
Eve: Damon Diesel has been unpredictable at best, DP! He’s not been much for words nowadays, and his performance has dropped significantly lately as result. But there’s no better time than now to get it all together before Pain For Pride, and he’s sure got no excuses he can make with the men he’s teaming with. Especially with guys big and intimidating like Kevin Hawkins and Mammoth on his side!
Deadprez: Stick a sock in it, Eve! Damon needs to suck it up! Whatever guts he’s had ripped from him lately, he needs to suck it up and go! There’s no way he gets to Pain For Pride with this mentality that he’s broken, beaten! Mark my words.
(‘Natural’ by Imagine Dragons starts up as literally the only real fan favorite of the match, Terry Chambers, makes his way out with the his traditional white towel draped over his shoulders. Terry looks determined and ready to the lead the charge for his side as “Terry” chants start up as he marches toward the ring.)
Gina Romano: And introducing their partner…He hails from Detroit, Michigan….Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SEVEN POUNDS….He’s ‘THE BARBARIC CARNIVORE’….TEEEERRRRR RRRRYYYYYY CHAAAAAMMMMBBBBEEERRRRSSS!!!
Eve: Terry Chambers certainly looks pumped up with that laser sharp focus to accomplish a mission here tonight, DP!
Deadprez: He’s gonna need to be if he hopes to get any source of comeuppance after what happened at Wrath of The Dragon, Eve! Only time will tell if it’s enough to get the job done tonight!
(‘Resistance’ plays as each member of The Round Table come out one by one (most likely Drake King comes in first and The Revolution come out last) the lineup on the stage before walking down to the ring.)
Gina Romano: And introducing their opponents…They weigh in at a combined weight of NINE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE POUNDS…JAKE SMITH, JOSH NICHOLLS, JAX WALKER. AND THE INTERWIRE CHAMPION DRAKE KING….THE ROOOOUUUUNNNDDDD TAAAAABBBBBLLLLLEEEE!!!!
Deadprez: Well here comes The Round Ta-…This isn’t so fair, Eve! The Round Table already being ambushed before they even get down the ramp by Kevin Hawkins and Mammoth and Damon Diesel! Terry Chambers now getting in on the act as well! Chambers battling Jax Walker on the left! Drake King going at Damon Diesel on the ramp way, and it’s Mammoth and Kevin Hawkins going at Jake Smith and Josh Nicholls of the Revolution respectively!
Eve: It’s an old fashioned knock down slug it out pier six brawl, DP! Every man has divided off and this out of control, and we’ve yet to even ring the bell! Terry Chambers has control of Jax Walker as he slams the head of Jax into the barricade at ringside! Closed fist punches by Chambers one after the other! Jax is staggering here! A rake to face by Jax as he scurries away!
Deadprez: The other six men seem to be doing more or less the same as the referee steps in and orders each side to their respective corners so this doesn’t get even more out of hand and so he can get paid as he’s supposed to CALL THE MATCH! Each man has made it to their side now as they look ready finally!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Eve: And finally we have some semblance of order here, as we now have Jake Smith of The Round Table in there with Damon Diesel slugging it out back and forth! Jake ducks the clothesline attempt by Diesel and Jake Smith hooks Damon Diesel from behind but Diesel uses his momentum and strength to make it toward the ropes where he manages to grab hold of them just as Smith was looking for perhaps a German SUPLEX! Jake Smith tries to wrestle Damon Diesel off the ropes but a back elbow by Diesel puts an end to this attempt by Jake Smith who staggers back a step or two! Damon Diesel on the attack again with a couple of clubbing blows to the head of Jake Smith! Now Damon Diesel whips Jake Smith but Jake reverses the momentum and whips Diesel instead sending him off to the ropes! Diesel comes back with a shoulder tackle that takes Jake Smith down! Diesel off the ropes as Jake Smith hurries back up to his feet! And a blind tag just occurred from Damon’s side as Damon Diesel takes down Jake Smith with a bicycle kick that connects!
Deadprez: That blind tag coming from Mammoth! Mammoth said he wants to create a warpath of bodies on the way to championships and glory, and what better place to start than now! Jake Smith a little slower to recover to recover this time as he sees the crazed eyes of Mammoth staring down at him as the large bulldozer of a human being, a one man stampede looks to walk all over him! Jake is sliding on the canvas…sliding away! He’s begging Mammoth to stay away but Mammoth keeps on pursuing Jake as he slides into his corner where he is able to hurry away and make a tag! He tags in his Revolution tag partner, Joshua Nicholls! Josh as always has his game face on steps through the ropes! Mammoth though just stands there with the same intense and crazed look in his eyes as he gestures for Josh to bring it! Josh Nicholls rushes in and ducks a clothesline by Mammoth! High fists to the noggin of Mammoth! Josh Nicholls looks to whip Mammoth but Mammoth…he’s not budging from his spot and Josh attempts to whip Mammoth again, but to no avail! Mammoth pulls Josh Nicholls instead and a short-arm clothesline takes Josh Nicholls off his feet! Josh Nicholls up to his feet quickly but Mammoth is ready and he whips Josh Nicholls to the ropes and Josh comes back with a high forearm smash that knocks Mammoth back into the ropes but Mammoth with a shoulder tackle that takes Josh Nicholls down again! Josh Nicholls up again and now a powerslam back down to the canvas by Mammoth! Now Mammoth backs up toward his corner ready to in a three point stance! He’s likely looking for The Gore! Mammoth gets ready to take off…
Eve: But his focus is suddenly interrupted! ‘The Outsider’ Kevin Hawkins just tagged himself in! Mammoth, he can’t believe it! Mammoth is incensed! Kevin Hawkins just stares down at the Mammoth with a mean intense look just daring Mammoth to do something! Mammoth just stares up at Kevin Hawkins a moment longer as the referee is ordering Mammoth out of the ring! Finally Mammoth begrudgingly leaves through the ropes as Kevin Hawkins stares down Josh Nicholls hurries back to his feet but thinks better of going after Kevin after being owned by Mammoth and he raises back instead and tags in Jax Walker! Jax Walker ‘The Dog of War’ walks right up to Kevin Hawkins as Hawkins walks up to Jax! Both of these alpha males are have intense expressions on their faces! Both men begin talking to each other! Jax just flipped off Kevin Hawkins! Wow! And the talking continues. We can’t quite make out what either is saying! It’s Kevin that shoves Jax but Jax immediately retaliates with a shove of his own! Jax with a flurry of lefts to the head of Kevin Hawkins! Jax is staggering the big man a bit! Jax spears Kevin Hawkins into the right into the corner! But the moment Jax looks to follow up Kevin catches Jax in the jaw with a back elbow that sends Jax back! Kevin moves from the corner now and grabs a full head of hair of Jax Walker and then runs his face across the top rope! Ouch that had to burn a little! Now Kevin Hawkins forces Jax into the opposite corner! High knee to the midsection of the cornered Jax Walker! This nearly takes the wind out of the sails of Jax Walker! And another high knee to the midsection and chest area of Jax! Closed fists to the weary Jax Walker! But Jax now fights back with fists of his own! JAX RUNS AT KEVIN HAWKINS! FLYING CROSSBODY BY JAX! OH..NO! KEVIN HAWKINS CAUGHT JAX IN MID AIR! HE’S LOOKING TO LAUNCH JAX! JAX WITH A HARD ELBOW TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD OF KEVIN HAWKINS WHICH PROMPTS HIM TO RELEASE JAX! JAX WALKER FALLS TO A KNEE BUT QUICKLY IS BACK UP TO HIS FEET! BIG BOOT TO THE FACE! THE IED! KEVIN HAWKINS FALLING INTO HIS CORNER DAZED AFTER THAT BIG BOOT BY JAX WALKER! AND JUST LIKE THAT TERRY CHAMBERS TAGS HIMSELF INTO THIS MATCH!
Deadprez: TERRY WANTS HIMSELF SOME OF THE ROUND TABLE! MORE SPECIFICALLY THAT MAN JAX WALKER WHO HAS SEEN MORE THAN HIS FAIR SHARE OF THE ROUND TABLE, BEING THAT THESE MEN NEARLY ENDED HIS CAREER! IT WAS JAX WALKER AND CO. THAT ENSURED THAT DRAKE KING RETAINED THE INTERWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP AT WRATH OF THE DRAGON! BUT JAX WALKER HE’S LOOKING FORWARD TO TERRY CHAMBERS STEPPING IN THE RING WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT HE DOES! And they both immediately tie up here and it’s a struggle for position as both of these strong goliaths continue to jockey for position with neither man able to overpower the other at the moment! Now they both let up at the same time! Both men have themselves a stare down! Terry Chambers has revenge on his mind and Jax Walker is not letting up as he moves in on Chambers again! Both men grappling again and this time Chambers shoves Jax Walker back into the ropes and then tries to continue the attack but Jax has ducked through the ropes as the referee admonishes Chambers who’s trying to club away at Jax Walker! Terry shoves the referee! He better watch it if he wants to continue to give his side the opportunity to walk away with the victory!
Eve: Jax now has the referee’s attention diverted! Look at Drake King! He’s up top turnbuckle! Terry Chambers turns around! DROPKICK OFF THE TOP ROPE TO TERRY CHAMBERS! DRAKE KING HURRIES TO ROLL UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE! JAX SHOVES THE REFEREE OUT OF THE WAY NOW! FUBAR! THAT STEINER SCREWDRIVER ON CHAMBERS! THIS IS COULD BE IT! THE OPPORTUNISTIC MUSCLE OF THE ROUND TABLE JAX WALKER GOING FOR THE COVER!
Deadprez: AND MAMMOTH STEPS IN AND BREAKS IT UP WITH A STOMP TO HEAD OF JAX WALKER! JAX THOUGH IS BACK UP QUICKLY AND HE DRAGS CHAMBERS OVER TO THE CORNER OF THE ROUND TABLE AS THE REFEREE IS BUSY GETTING MAMMOTH OUT OF THE RING! MAMMOTH IS MORON! IS HE REALLY ARGUING WITH THE REFEREE RIGHT NOW! AND NOW LOOK AT THE ROUND TABLE! ALL FOUR MEMBERS ARE PUNISHING TERRY CHAMBERS IN THE CORNER! CHAMBERS IS DEFENSELESS RIGHT NOW! HE CAN’T POSSIBLY FIGHT OFF EACH MEMBER OF THE ROUND TABLE! DRAKE KING TAGS IN NOW! Side kicks to the both legs of Terry Chambers! The referee finally has his attention back on the as Drake King has a boot to the throat of Chambers! The referee right there to make the count as Drake King lets up at four! AND AN EXTRA HARD BOOT TO THE FACE OF TERRY CHAMBERS BY THE INTERWIRE CHAMPION! Drake King tags in Josh Nicholls! Josh Nicholls grabs Terry Chambers by the hair to get him to his feet with force! But Terry is fighting back now! Straight rights by Chambers! And a rake to the eyes by Josh Nicholls! Josh Nicholls rebounds off the ropes and swinging neckbreaker by Josh Nicholls that takes Terry Chambers down again! And the hook of the leg by Josh Nicholls!
Eve: And this time Damon Diesel is there to interrupt the count by pulling the leg of Josh Nichols! Josh taking exception to that as he yells at the referee to do his job! Terry trying to crawl over to his corner where he’s reaching out for a tag to Kevin Hawkins the man he tagged out earlier just to tag himself in! Kevin is reaching his hand out but when Terry brings his hand close enough to nearly touch Kevin’s, it’s Kevin that pulls back allowing Terry’s to hit the mat instead! Terry Chambers looks up! He can’t believe it! Then Josh Nicholls comes in and drops a boot to the back of Terry’s back! And then another! Then Damon Diesel and Mammoth confront Kevin Hawkins at the ring apron and then it’s Kevin Hawkins that hops off the apron as does Damon and Mammoth! Their both in the face of the big man Kevin Hawkins! This volatile situation could pick up right here! None of them have seemed to be on the same page at all from the start, DP!
Deadprez: It doesn’t look good at all for Terry’s side as Josh Nicholls neutralizes Terry to the Round Table corner! Josh tags Drake King back in! Drop to hold by the Interwire Champion as Terry was getting back to his feet! Now vicious forearms being reigned down by Drake King in the face of Terry Chambers who’s trying to cover up! On the outside Kevin Hawkins and Mammoth and Damon Diesel are still talking trash to each other! These three really need to get their heads back in the game! Now look at this! It’s Jax Walker, Jake Smith, and Josh Nicholls of the Round Table hopping off the apron! They’re making their way over to where Kevin, Damon, and Mammoth are! Kevin soon shoves both Damon Diesel and Mammoth back! Diesel goes down but immediately bounces back to his feet as him and Mammoth shove Hawkins right into members of the Round Table! Now it’s Kevin shoving members of the Round Table!
Eve: That sure wasn’t a smart idea, DP! Every member of the Round Table quite obviously were going to take exception to that! And now look at this! It’s a five on one assault on Kevin Hawkins! Five men just beating the crap out of Kevin Hawkins! The referee trying to survey everything in the ring as he looks down to see that all chaos has broken loose again just as we had in the beginning of this match! Now each side on the outside are going at their enemies!
Deadprez: In the ring Drake King still has the clear advantage as Terry Chambers has been getting beaten to the punch! Chambers has been brought up to his knees! Foreman delivered by Drake King followed by a back fist..and now a SUPERKICK TO THE GUT! Terry falls to all fours Drake King backs himself to the ropes and readies himself for his next attack! Kneel To The King! The Curb Stomp! Terry is able to move just in time! Terry… HE’S GOT HIM! LOCKED IN THE CHAMBERS! (Coquina Clutch)…Drake King is struggling trying to free himself from the clutches of Chambers! Drake King, our Interwire Champion is in big trouble! The referee right there! The chaos on the outside for time being is widely ignored! Except for Jax Walker breaks from the scuffle and he’s seeing what is happening in the ring! Drake King is fading fast! But Jax Walker is back! And he’s got a steel chair! The referee trying to admonish the Dog of War! Jax shoves the referee away! And Jax swings it and it connects with impact to the back of Terry’s Chambers! Terry releases the submission maneuver and crumbles to the canvas!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Eve: JAX WALKER ONCE AGAIN BRINGS THAT STEEL CHAIR WITH GREAT FORCE ON TO THE BACK OF TERRY CHAMBERS! ON THE OUTSIDE THE REVOLUTION SLIDE OUT OF DODGE TO ESCAPE THE WRATH OF DAMON DIESEL AND MAMMOTH! BUT AT THIS POINT IT HARDLY MATTERS!
Gina Romano: The winners of this eight Man Tag Team matchup as a result of a disqualification…..Terry Chambers, Kevin Hawkins, Mammoth, and Damon Diesel!
Deadprez: That wasn’t pretty by any means, Eve! We saw both sides battle it out, but we didn’t really get a definitive winner!
Eve: Some nights will be like this, and it’s on those nights where you have to roll with the punches! The Round Table were certainly more cohesively working towards a goal, that much was clear. But on Terry Chamber’s side each of these men had not been placed together before so as expected there was plenty left to be desired from a unity standpoint! Plenty of egos on that side and it’s the Round Table that definitely made a statement toward the end that they didn’t care about winning the match! This thing looks to be far from over between Terry Chambers and the Round Table!
(The Round Table are all hanging on one another as the referee brings Drake his Interwire Championship and the group try to get out.)
Eve: Statement or not, look at these cowards trying to run like New York sewer rats out of here to—
(“No Regrets” by Pusha T hits to a big cheer as Hurricane Hawk walks out with a grin and and a microphone in hand.)
Hurricane Hawk: Well… well… well… running away from our problems, Mr. King?
(Drake looks annoyed at Hawk, staring a hole through the man who blocks his exit.)
Hurricane Hawk: Don’t worry. I’m not here to restart the match. I’m just here to break some news. That ok with you, Champ? I’m here to announce that at Pain for Pride, Terry Chambers will be having a match.
(The Round Table look around confused as Terry is leaned against the ropes inside the ring, his partners all watching with interest.)
Hurricane Hawk: At Pain for Pride, we will see Terry Chambers… VERSUS DRAKE KING FOR THE INTERWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP!!
(Terry’s face lights up as the crowd cheers. Drake looks pissed off and Jake Smith starts to yell but Hawk cuts him off.)
Hurricane Hawk: And if any member of the Round Table are seen at ringside… DRAKE KING WILL FORFEIT HIS CHAMPIONSHIP!
(Drake’s jaw drops and he clutches the championship to his chest.)
Drake King (off-mic): YOU SAID YOU WERE NEVER GOING TO INTERFERE WITH OUR BUSINESS AGAIN! I HAVE YOU ON TAPE SAYING IT TO THE WORLD! YOU CANT DO THIS!
Hurricane Hawk: I’m not interfering in your business. I’m interfering in Terry’s business. Did you really think your little video was iron clad? Loophole, bitch.
(“No Regrets” picks back up as Terry is seen licking his chops inside the ring. The Round Table slowly walk up and past Hawk, each one looking like they’d just been slapped.)
(Commercial for coffee companies. Fuck ‘em.)
(Camera opens to find Shane Gates backstage, pacing back and forth in front of Hurricane Hawk’s office. He looks annoyed as moments pass until Hurricane Hawk walks up.)
Hurricane Hawk: Shane? Everything ok? Can I help you with something?
Shane Gates: I’m sick of it, Hawk. Sick of it.
Hurricane Hawk: Sick of wh—
Shane Gates: Justiciar Eric, or Eric Havoc, or whatever the online name generator pops out next week, this shit has gone on long enough. Week after week of him and me going back and forth and I’m done. I’m fucking done. I want him in a match.
Hurricane Hawk: Well I can see what slots we have available at Pain for—
Shane Gates: No. I told you. I’m done. I’m done waiting. I want him in a match and I want it next week. I’m not waiting for a fucking show schedule to dictate when I get to pin someone that I’ve had this many problems with. It ends. And it ends now.
Hurricane Hawk: …ok. You want Eric next week. You got him.
Shane Gates: One more thing.
Hurricane Hawk: What’s that?
Shane Gates: Its going to be Extreme Rules. If Eric wants to blow smoke about some “Extreme Rebirth” then by god I’ll show him what Extreme really fucking is. There will be havoc. But by the end, there’s not going to be an Eric.
Hurricane Hawk: …That’s Fine. But if I give you this, I don’t want anymore bullshit of you two getting in each other’s way. You say this ends after the match, and I’m holding you to that.
Shane Gates: Don’t worry. You got a deal.
Hurricane Hawk: Sounds good. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a phone call I’m expecting.
(Shane walks off and Hawk walks into the office as the camera fades.)
(Camera transitions to see Gina Romano in the ring as “Ambitionz az a Ridah” by Tupac hits and the crowd explodes in cheers as TLA makes his way out through the curtain)
Gina Romano: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SET FOR ONE FALL!!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
Gina Romano: INTRODUCING FIRST…RESIDING IN THE POON PALACE…WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TEN POUNDS…”LA PANTERA SEXUAL”…..TTTTT……LLLLLL….AAAA!!!!
Eve: TLA getting that massive response from the crowd like he usually does. TLA is still trying to figure out his road to Pain For Pride. He came up short at Wrath Of The Dragon trying to secure a spot in the Cash In The Vault ladder match but I’m sure he’ll get it figured out. If anybody can figure it out, it’s this guy.
Deadprez: Hope he has fun in the 24/7.
Eve: Come on now, DP. TLA is likely one of the greatest to do it in EAW and we’re sure he’ll get it figured out. And he has a huge chance to make a statement to Hawk by beating the reigning New Breed Champion tonight!
(TLA slides in the ring and feeds off the reaction from the fans as “Ambitionz az a Ridah” dies down and “Love SOSA” by Chief Keef blares the speakers and the crowd switches from cheers to boos as SOSA makes his way out to the ring with the New Breed Title around his waist)
GIna Romano: AND HIS OPPONENT…FROM PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA….WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY ONE POUNDS….”THE NEW BREED MAJESTY”….HE IS THE REIGNING NEW BREED CHAMPION…….SSSOOSSAAA HHEENNDDERRRSSOONNN!!!!
Deadprez: OH MY GOD, HERE HE IS! THE MAN OF THE HOUR!!
Eve: What do you mean by that?
Deadprez: Remember what Felix sent this man last week? Good lord.
Eve: Calm down DP! Back to the professional side, SOSA is New Breed Champion and has Felix wanting to face him at Pain For Pride. He says he’s not scared and wants to prove it here tonight with a victory against the veteran TLA.
Deadprez: But will Serena allow it?
(SOSA steps in the ring and hands the championship to the referee as he and TLA are staring a hole through each other as “Love SOSA” fades as the referee calls for the bell but suddenly “Chun-Li” by Nicki Minaj hits as Felix Hartley walks out to a chorus of boos.)
Eve: The hell is she doing here?
Deadprez: Maybe she’s come to give a live demonstration of those nude photos!
Eve: Aren’t you married?
Deadprez: You don’t know me.
(Felix comes down and pulls a rolling chair to the side of the ring area where she sits, waving her hand at SOSA who is visibly bothered by her presence. SOSA tried to shake it off before the ref calls properly for the bell.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Eve: Both men circle around the ring before locking up in the center of the ring! TLA has SOSA by the head before SOSA runs and pushes TLA to the ropes and TLA comes back and hits a shoulder tackle. SOSA looks up at TLA as TLA gives a little shrug down at him. TLA runs to the ropes again but SOSA is up to his feet and walks his way to the corner to slow TLA’s momentum down just a little bit.
TLA: You gon share them nudes esé?
Eve: THAT JUST SEEMED TO HAVE ANGERED SOSA ESPECIALLY WITH FELIX RIGHT HERE AS HE ATTEMPTS A CLOTHESLINE BUT TLA DUCKS AND HITS A DROPKICK RIGHT TO SOSA’S FACE AND SOSA ROLLS TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING, HES CUSSING OUT FELIX FOR TRYING TO GET IN HIS HEAD. BUT TLA PUMPS UP THE CROWD AS HE RUNS AND GOES FOR A SUICIDE DIVE AS SOSA ISN’T PAYING ATTENTION!!! TLA PUMPS THE CROWD UP AGAIN ON THE OUTSIDE AS HE GETS SOSA TO HIS FEET AND GRABS HIM BY THE HEAD TO GET HIM IN THE RING BUT SOSA REVERSES AND SENDS TLA HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING POST!! THE REFEREE IS COUNTING AND SOSA SLIDES IN FOR A SECOND TO ROLL BACK OUT TO BREAK THE COUNT AND NOW TLA IS BALANCING HIMSELF UP ON THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE DESK AND SOSA GRABS TLA AND IS THROWING REPETITIVE RIGHTS TO THE HEAD OF TLA’S SKULL! SOSA STOPS AS HE GRABS TLA AND BRINGS HIM TO THE CENTER BETWEEN THE RING AND OUR TABLE AND TOSSES HIM RIGHT INTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE CRASHING INTO THE SPANISH COMMENTATORS!!
Deadprez: FELIX HARTLEY IS JUST WATCHING AS ALL THIS RUNS ON! TLA IS CRAWLING FROM BEHIND THE DESK AND SOSA KICKS HIM HARD RIGHT IN THE STOMACH CHEST ARENA AND TLA IS HOLDING HIS CHEST IN PAIN! SOSA SLIDES IN THE RING IS IS WAITING AND MEASURING TLA ON THE OUTSIDE WAITING FOR HIM TO GET TO HIS FEET AND TLA DOES AND SOSA RUNS TO THE ROPES AND…..MOONSAULT PLANCHA FROM SOSA!! MY GOD!!
(Instant replay of the Moonsault Plancha)
Eve: SOSA now holding his back as he rises to his feet…I think he might have done some damage to him as well on that manuever. SOSA now picks up TLA and places him in the ring but SOSA climbs up to the apron and is going to the top rope…what does he have planned here?! SOSA BOMB!!! THE SWANTON!!!
Deadprez: BUT NO!! TLA GOT HIS KNEES UP!! SOSA QUICKLY IS UP HIS FEET HOLDING HIS BACK IN PAIN AS TLA GETS UP AND SMELLS BLOOD! TLA WAITS FOR SOSA TO TURN AROUND….CARTEL KICK!!! THE PELE KICK!! TLA COVERS!! IS THIS IT?!
Eve: SOSA GETS THE SHOULDER UP!! TLA LOOKS AS IF HE KNEW THAT WOULDN’T BE ENOUGH AS HE QUICKLY GETS UP AND LIFTS SOSA TO HIS FEET AND IRISH WHIPS SOSA AND SOSA BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES BUT SLIDES UNDERNEATH TLA AND HIS FACING TLA’S BACK AND SUPERKICKS TLA IN THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!! TLA DROPS TO ONE KNEE AS SOSA RUNS TO THE ROPES AND LOOKS FOR THE JUMPING TORNADO DDT!!! BUT TLA HOLDS HIM UP IN MID AIR!!! OH MY GOD!!! TLA JUST TOSSES SOSA STOMACH FIRST ONTO THE TOP ROPE!!! SOSA’S BODY HANGS ON THE ROPE FOR A FEW SECONDS BEFORE FALLING TO THE OUTSIDE FLOOR!! SOSA IS KICKING THE FLOOR IN PAIN IN THE OUTSIDE AS TLA IS IN THE RING TRYING TO SHAKE OUT THE COBWEBS FROM THAT SUPERKICK A MOMENT AGO FROM SOSA! TLA NOW WALKS OVER AND SEES SOSA TRYING TO CLIMB UP TO THE APRON AND TLA GRABS SOSA BY HIS DREADS!! BUT SOSA GRABS AHOLD OF TLA’S HEAD AND DROPS TO THE FLOOR CAUSING TLA TO BOUNCE OFF THE ROPES! SOSA IS STILL HOLDING HIS STOMACH AS HE IS WAITING FOR TLA TO TURN AROUND AND SOSA NOW LEAPS TO THE ROPE AND SPRINGBOARDS!!!!
Deadprez: TLA WITH THE SWAG SHOT RIGHT TO THE FACE OF SOSA IN MID AIR!!! TLA MIGHT HAVE BEEN PLAYING POSSUM RIGHT THERE!! TLA NOW SEES SOSA UP TO HIS FEET AND GOES FOR A ZIG ZAG!! SOSA HOLDS ON TO THE ROPE IN DESPERATION AS TLA SLIPS OFF THE BACK OF SOSA AND SOSA TURNS AROUND AND JUMPS HIGH AND PLANTS BOTH FEET INTO TLA’S CHEST!! SOSA NOW NOT WASTING ANY TIME AS HE PICKS UP TLA AND PICKS HIM UP FROM HIS BACK! GONNA GO FOR THE LUMBAR CHECK!
Eve: BUT FELIX IS NOW UP ON THE APRON! SOSA SEES HER AND— Oh those are definitely not real…
Deadprez: FELIX JUST YANKED HER TOP DOWN! :blessed: AND SOSA IS FROZEN! FELIX GETS DOWN BUT SOSA IS SHOOK!
Eve: BUT TLA POWERS OUT! HE TURNS AROUND LIKE LIGHTNING AND OUT OF NOWHERE HITS THE VERY MEXICAN UPPERCUT!!! SOSA SEEMS PRETTY DAZED FROM THAT SHOT AND HE WALKS INTO A KICK TO THE MIDSECTION FROM TLA AND TLA SETS UP FOR THE MEXICAN DESTROYER……IT CONNECTS!!! PICTURE PERFECT!! IS THIS IT?!?!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Ambitionz az a Ridah” by Tupac hits as the crowd pops from the three count and TLA stands and gets his hand raised)
Gina Romano: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH….T!!!! L!!!! A!!!!
Eve: WOW! TLA just defeated the current New Breed Champion but it came by the distraction from Felix Hartley! You have to wonder why she’s so set on SOSA! It can’t just be because of her rivalry with Serena, can it?
(Felix saunters up the ramp, turning to wave at SOSA who is just getting to his knees in the ring before she walks back behind the curtain.)
(Commercial for “The Beauty of Bald”, a special documentary about male pattern baldness, featuring Chris Elite.)
(The camera reopens backstage as Hurricane Hawk is shown walking through the hallway as the seas part to show respect to his authority as General Manager. He turns around the corner and shakes hands with his security guard before entering his office.)
???: Bienvenido jefe. I am glad that you could join me.
Hurricane Hawk: Ummm… yeah…
(Hurricane Hawk looks around his office which has been covered with portraits of great moments from his wrestling career. In the back above his desk is a large ice sculpture of himself completely nude covered in rose petals. A woman practically bursting out of a tight top with the letters H and H on each side pulls up a chair and motions for Hawk to take a seat.)
Hurricane Hawk: What the hell is this TLA? How did you get past my security?
TLA: No es importante. You like this woman si? She is yours for the entire evening on the house! Her name is Cyc…
Hurricane Hawk: I think I’ve heard enough. Cut the crap. What do you want?
(TLA waves his hand and the woman leaves.)
TLA: Well I am glad you asked amigo. You see I have been thinking. You have given me a lot of time to think.
Hurricane Hawk: I thought that you could use a week off after…
TLA: Awww it’s real considerate of you carnal to be thinking of me like that. I can almost feel the love.
Hurricane Hawk: Well you had a match tonight. And you won. Congrats. Is that all?
TLA: No. You and I need to talk cuz y’all know as well as I do that I deserve a World Title shot here as much as anyone.
Hurricane Hawk: Well you lost at Grand Rampage so…
TLA: So did the guy you gave the shot to and he lost a lot harder than I did.
Hurricane Hawk: Look TLA you lose all your World Title matches whenever we give them to you. At this point well… there really isn’t a point. You might just have to accept that you’re never going to be World Champion here in EAW.
TLA: Have you actually watched my title matches? Or do you just skip through the shows until someone mentions your name? Maybe look at a little more than the results amigo.
Hurricane Hawk: I have to consider the results. I have a board of directors to report to and that’s all they care about.
TLA: Then maybe they should consider how we end up with those results. Let’s take a little trip down memory lane shall we? Jamie O’Hara? Sure he beat me clean a couple of times, but the last time we went one on one? Nah he ain’t even able to get the job done without he bitch to save his ass. Diamond Cage? He never beat me one on one either the last time we fought. You motherfuckers think that yall slick with these multi person matches like they prove shit. Yet when I go one on one with the champ shit do get a little indecisive. Same with Malcolm Jones. When we went one on one there was no clear winner either. Then you come in and decide to just brush me aside and throw me out with the trash like shit has been decided.
Hurricane Hawk: Look my hands are…
TLA: Shit ain’t been decided.
Hurricane Hawk: Okay. I’m listening. You have really had a string of bad luck here in EAW and maybe you do have a case to challenge for the EAW Championship. Regardless of the results you have put on a main event level performance everytime you have been given the opportunity and I acknowledge that.
TLA: Gracias gracias.
Hurricane Hawk: However… these are all matches that you could have won. Maybe you weren’t personally pinned or you lost by shady means but you had the opportunity to win in all of them… and you didn’t. I’m not going to hold that against you but if… and this is a big if.. IF I am going to consider giving you another opportunity I am going to need you to acknowledge that. I am going to need you to take responsibility for your own losses and promise me that you will work your ass off for this company. I’m talking full on Pain for Pride promotion. Charity. Talk shows. Press conferences. Then we see what we can do. You owe me for this. Do you agree?
Hurricane Hawk: :ufdup:
Hurricane Hawk: You’re fired.
Hurricane Hawk: :mjlit:
TLA: Iight iight chill chill. No need for such hostility ese. I got you. I’ll do all the work n shit. I’ll fly the flag. I’ll be the best damn Elitist that you ever done seen. And yes… I acknowledge full responsibility for failing in my past opportunities and promise I will step up as I always do and make you proud papi. You won’t regret it.
Hurricane Hawk: Alright then… well I will have to think about it but as for giving you another shot… I’m open to it. I know that you can deliver and I will see what I can…
(Suddenly Diamond Cage kicks Hurricane Hawk’s office door down and barges in, looking directly at Hawk and seeming to ignore TLA.)
Diamond Cage: HAWK! WHERE THE FUCK IS CHRIS ELITE?!? TELL ME RIGHT THIS FUCKING SECOND!
(Hawk is stunned by the sudden intrusion.)
Hurricane Hawk: He… he went back to his hotel. After the contract signing I figured it best to keep him and Malcolm separated.
Diamond Cage: WHAT?!? WELL GET HIS MICRO-DICKED ASS BACK HERE! CALL HIM! NOW!
Hurricane Hawk: Why the hell are you—
(Cage grabs Hawk by the shirt and throws him up against the wall. He pulls a crowbar out of his pants and presses it against Hawk’s neck. Cage speaks through clenched teeth, clearly unhinged.)
Diamond Cage: You said only a Gawd Contract can add me to that match… so you’re going to get Elite and his Gawd Contract up here so I can beat his ass into the dirt until he agrees to add me to the match so I can take my fucking title back…
Hurricane Hawk: Cage… I… *cough* I’m not doing that…
(Cage steps back and releases Hawk from the wall before rearing back and smashing the crowbar across Hawk’s jaw. The GM drops to the floor and Cage begins to lay into him with the weapon, speaking between shots.)
Diamond Cage: If you… won’t get him… back up here… then I’ll… beat you… until… you do…
TLA: ¡ESPERES, PUTO!
(TLA tackles Cage to the ground. TLA begins to trade blows with Cage from the top, both men swinging wildly.)
TLA: ¿Que es tu problema?
(Cage manages to pull his feet back and kick TLA off of him. TLA, already tired from having a match, collides back first with the ice sculpture. He toppled over as the sculpture drops and shatters before hitting his head on the floor. Cage stands up and appears to see nothing but red.)
Diamond Cage: Right now… you’re my problem…
(Cage swings the crowbar up and down into TLA again and again. TLA tries to crawl away but Cage connects with his ribs and causes him to shout in pain. Cage doesn’t let up until TLA is on the floor and passed out from the pain. A half-conscious Hurricane Hawk lays motionless on the other side of the office. Cage looks around at what he’s done here before spitting on TLA and kicking Hawk on his way out of the office.)
(The camera cuts to Gina Romano in the middle of the ring)
Gina Romano: Ladies and gentlemen, this match IS A CASH IN THE VAULT QUALIFIER! AND IT IS A TRIPLE THREAT MATCH SCHEDULED FOR….
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(“Engines of Hate” by Nevermore play to loud boos as Adam Graves comes out to the ring, he’s accompanied by a smirk but it immediately changes to a serious face as he walks to the ring)
Gina Romano: Introducing first, residing in San Diego California, weighing in at 320 pounds…THE KODIAK KILLER, ADAM…GRAVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Deadprez: Adam Graves really wants this win tonight doesn’t he? I don’t think he’s too pleased with how things went at Wrath of the Dragon.
Eve: Yes that one loss is one too many losses for Adam Graves to be happy about, he wants to turn himself around before everything collapses before him, maybe this is his chance to punch in a ticket to Pain for Pride and get closer to that CITV briefcase.
(Adam Graves enters the ring, he circles around it before moving to his corner to warn up as “Engines of Hate” fades off. “For Whom The Bell Tolls” by Metallica plays as the boos previously were replaced by booming cheers as Michael Bishop comes out to the stage, he confidently looks to the ring before walking to the ring)
Gina Romano: And his opponent, from Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 247 pounds…THE DREADKNIGHT, MICHAEL…BISHOP!
Deadprez: Michael Bishop lost his chance to be in the CITV match at Wrath of The Dragon and guess what, now he gets a chance again.
Eve: Well he deserves it dismantling anyone in his way since his return I think him in the match would give him newfound motivation.
(Michael Bishop enters the ring moving towards Adam Graves yelling at him but both men get seperated by the ref. “For Whom The Bell Tolls” is replaced by “Lowlife” by Theory of a Deadman as Cody Marshall comes out, beer in hand. He takes a drink before throwing the bottle in the crowd surely causing a safety hazard)
Gina Romano: Lastly, from Dallas Texas, weighing in at 305 pounds…THE AMERICAN SNIPER, CODY…MARSHALL!!!!!
Deadprez: Well, as for Adam Graves Cody Marshall hasn’t been doing so good these past few months, but what’s the difference.
Eve: Of course we can’t count him out when he truly pushes for what he wants, and it seems he doesn’t want to be in the CITV match.
(Cody Marshall enters the ring and immediately goes to the corner yelling profanity at both men in the ring. “Lowlife” fades off as the ref signals for the bell)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Deadprez: Here we go as this match is underway, Adam Graves is rolling out of the ring being smart leaving both Bishop and Marshall in the ring by themselves. Marshall going out of the ring- NO BISHOP PULLING HIM BACK INTO THE RING, SUPERMAN PUNCH! Bishop looking around I think he’s set his sights on Adam Graves, BISHOP SLIDING OUT OF THE RING, BICYCLE KICK BY GRAVES LEAVING BISHOP ON HIS KNEES, AXE HANDLE! Bishop falls to the ground as Adam Graves is bringing him up- CODY MARSHALL FROM BEHIND WITH A BIG BOOT BRINGING GRAVES AND BISHOP DOWN! Marshall grabbing Graves from behind, DISCUS HEEL KICK! Graves falling right back down, BISHOP, HE’S PUSHED HIM TO THE GROUND, MICHAEL BISHOP GOING FOR THE GROUND N’ POUND LAYING CODY MARSHALL DOWN- ADAM GRAVES GRABBING MICHAEL BISHOP, GERMAN SUPLEX! WAIT CODY MARSHALL GRABS ADAM GRAVES, FIREMAN’S CARRY, DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! DEATH KNEEL CONNECTS AS CODY MARSHALL IS GRABBING GRAVES AND THROWING HIM INTO THE RING- MICHAEL BISHOP! HE’S GRABBING CODY MARSHALL, CODY MARSHALL THROWN RIGHT INTO THE STEEL STEPS! Bishop rolling into the ring, PIN WILL HE TAKE THE WIN FROM CODY MARSHALL?!!?!?!??!
Ref: ONE! TWO!
Eve: NO! KICKOUT! Bishop isn’t taking time to contemplate it he’s bringing Graves up, SPEAR! GRAVES HIT WITH A SPEAR AS IT LOOKS LIKE BISHOP IS GOING TO GO FOR IT AGAIN, SPEAR- NO GRAVES ROLLING OUT OF THE RING LEAVING NOBODY HOME FOR BISHOP TO CONNECT WITH! Graves pulling Bishop out of the ring, BISHOP THROWN RIGHT INTO THE BARRICADE- CODY MARSHALL BACK IN THE MATCH, DIVING SHOULDER BLOCK- NO GRAVES WITH ANOTHER BICYCLE KICK BRINGING CODY MARSHALL DOWN! Graves turning his attention to Bishop seated on the barricade, RUNNING KNEE! Graves stumbling back leaning on the apron, both Marshall and Bishop are getting up slowly- BISHOP GETTING UP FASTER PUSHING GRAVES INTO THE BARRICADE HARDER WITH A BURST OF ENERGY! Now it’s going down Bishop is nailing punches down on Adam Graves, WAIT, CODY MARSHALL! HE’S GRABBED BISHOP, BISHOP THROWN RIGHT INTO THE BARRICADE AGAIN! MARSHALL ATTACKING GRAVES NOW- GRAVES PUSHING MARSHALL AWAY, CLOTHESLINE- MARSHALL IS STILL STANDING, GUT KICK BY GRAVES, BUT CODY MARSHALL IS STILL STANDING, BISHOP, SPEAR TO CODY MARSHALL FINALLY BRINGING HIM DOWN! Bishop focusing his attention on Graves- HAMMER TIME BY ADAM GRAVES, SPINEBUSTER TO BISHOP! Adam Graves not taking Cody Marshall off his mind bringing him up, CODY MARSHALL WITH A KNEE FORCING GRAVES OVER, BUT ADAM STILL FIGHTING BACK, IRISH WHIP INTO THE RING POST, what is Adam Graves looking to do to Cody Marshall, A STIFF KICK TO THE HEAD OF CODY MARSHALL MAKING HIS HEAD BOUNCE OFF THE RINGPOST! Graves keeping him up rolling him into the ring, Cody Marshall finally realizing where he is, HAMMER TIME BY ADAM GRAVES! Graves nailing another spinebuster onto Cody Marshall, it looks like Cody Marshall is getting up fast BUT HE’S FALLEN RIGHT INTO ADAM GRAVES ARMS, BOMBS AWAY! THE SITOUT POWERBOMB CONNECTS! GRAVES GOING FOR THE PIN!
Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Engines of Hate” plays up again as Adam Graves sits straight up and lets off a smirk as the crowd boos him to death. The camera then cuts to Michael Bishop who was inches away from both competitors, in shock)
Gina Romano: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN YOUR WINNER, ADAM…GRAVES!!!!!
Deadprez: ADAM GRAVES HAS DONE IT. After a dominant start to his career it’s all paid off in some way as now he has a chance to hold the CITV briefcase.
Eve: This should give everyone in that match a warning of what’s to come as Adam Graves is not here to give anyone pity, he’s going to be there for one reason only, the win.
(Camera transitions backstage and we see SOSA Henderson roaming the production area of the arena, still in his ring gear and fresh off his match earlier tonight. Visibly disappointed after the outcome of his match, he approaches the men’s locker room, pushing the door forward and stepping inside. The camera follows as he stops dead in his tracks as he enters the locker room, where Felix Hartley sits quite comfortably in her bright red silk robe on a stool.)
SOSA Henderson: (He lets the door close behind him.) Jesus Christ–who the hell let you in here?! Goddamn! This the men’s locker room.
Felix Hartley: (She flashes a flirty smile.) I have my ways. What, not happy to see me?
SOSA Henderson: Hell no. I had enough of you earlier, when you cost me a good win. Fuck outta here, bitch.
Felix Hartley: Oh, I thought you might have felt otherwise, based on your reaction to that first photo I sent you. I saw last week’s episode. Even though Serena was definitely a little more…reactive when she saw them, I definitely got the feeling you might’ve been a bit more interested in getting a closer look. Especially since you accepted the rest of the photos I sent you when Serena wasn’t around with no problem. I thought a special showing tonight would be right up your alley.
SOSA Henderson: (He scoffs) Trick, get the fuck up outta my locker room and don’t you dare come in here uninvited ever again. You should know better than this, man, have some respect for people’s privacy.
Felix Hartley: Wait, what was that? Are you saying you might have invited me in?
(Felix stands up from her stool, careful to hold her robe tightly across her stomach. She tiptoes over to SOSA, standing close enough for him to get a good whiff of her Chanel CoCo Mademoiselle eau de parfum. She looks him up and down, taking a free hand to stroke the New Breed Championship belt that rests over his shoulder. She takes a finger and begins to trace a line straight down all the way from his neck to his belly button. He shudders and grimaces. She stops, moving her hand to reach behind him and lock the door.)
Felix Hartley: Well? What if Serena wasn’t in the picture? Just think about all the fun we could have if you didn’t have her holding you back, from living your life to the fullest.
(Felix places her hands on SOSA’s chest, but he politely removes her hands from him with his own and folds his arms, adjusting his championship and rolling his eyes.)
SOSA Henderson: Holding me back? Serena has done nothing but elevate me and my career the very minute we crossed paths. I’d never even have my New Breed Championship if it wasn’t for her, she’s the reason I made it to my contendership matchup, and the reason Veena Adams was prevented from interfering in my title match against Viz. If she didn’t have my back either of those times, who knows where I’d be? Don’t insult her, just cause you jealous and can’t ever amount to the woman that she is.
Felix Hartley: You mean to tell me you don’t miss your old lifestyle? At all? Hmmm? You somehow lost all interest in these beautiful women all over the world who throw themselves at you week after week–myself included?
SOSA Henderson: You kidding, right? Me? Stressing about some pussy? Nah, I don’t chase after pussy no more. Only thirsty niggas and desperate bitches do that type of shit, I’m grown. I ain’t phased by you and all that seductive shit. You doin’ way too much just to get my girl mad, outchea every week thinking you gon’ get my attention. You might be the main attraction for the selective audiences, however, I’ve dealt with pussy like this before. This that Jezebel pussy. That crazy, psycho, need to be in a psych ward pussy. The pussy that only wants what you have or not who you are. The pussy that gives us all nothing but an entertaining display, all for show. And that’s about all you good for. I’m well above that. Now, you need to do yourself a favor, start actin’ right, and leave me and Serena the fuck alone. Find something better to do with yourself.
Felix Hartley: (She pouts.) If that’s what you really want, baby, I’ll stop.
SOSA Henderson: Thank you. Now please get the fuck–
Felix Hartley: I’ll stop if you give me a match for the New Breed Championship at Pain for Pride.
(The crowd in the arena grows restless is heard cheering for a moment as they watch onwards from the jumbotron. The camera hones in on the look on SOSA Henderson’s face–he wears an expression of disbelief.)
SOSA Henderson: :oh: So that’s what this is all about then? Sneaky bitch.
Felix Hartley: (She laughs.) What? You mad that I’m not into you as much as I am that belt, huh? You know, I’m not that much different than you, SOSA. I know your background and your lifestyle, you used to be a bit of a sneaky little shit yourself if my sources are correct. Thought you’d admire my drive to get what I want, by any means necessary. I’m taking back, I’m STEALING from all those who once took something from me and this is by far the BEST way I’ve figured how to do it. Can’t relate? Not even a little?
SOSA Henderson: Ain’t nothing about you that’s worth being admired or relating to, slut. Don’t you dare compare that shit you doing to my upbringing. Thinking that somehow I’ll see a lil something in you worth competing against? Please. But you wanna fuck around and catch yourself an L, then be my fucking guest. I’m the man to beat. I’m on top of the mountain and you ain’t getting near me in any realm of this earth. Just make sure at Pain for Pride, you bring your best, and allow for your New Breed Majesty show you how it’s done.
Felix Hartley: So, is that a yes?
SOSA Henderson: Yes, bitch, now get that dirty pussy outta here, I got a phone call to make.
(SOSA steps out of the way of the door. Felix locks eyes with him, walking past him and unlocking the door. She steps out of the men’s locker room leaving SOSA alone to pull out his phone. He presses a few buttons on the screen and brings the phone up to his ear.)
SOSA Henderson: Serena? Yeah, baby, it’s me….listen…I got something to tell you, and you might not be too happy about it… but I gotta ask… you didn’t watch my match tonight did you…?
(Commercial for couples therapy. SOSA is about to need some.)
(Showdown returns from commercial break and cuts to Gina, who is ready to announce the next match.)
Gina Romano: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR…
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
(‘Valkryia’ by Amon Amarth hits the PA system and the crowd rises to their feet and begins to boo. No one inside Madison Square Garden seems to like the man who’s about to make his way to the ring.)
Gina Romano: INTRODUCING FIRST… FROM JUST NORWAY… WEIGHING IN AT 225 POUNDS… HE IS “THE LEGACY” VIC VENOM!!!
(Vic emerges from behind the guerilla curtains and pays no attention to the crowd.)
Deadprez: Interesting match we have here tonight against this rookie and the EAW Champion. I’m not sure how wise it was for Vic Venom to call out Malcolm Jones last week, but this match is actually happening.
Eve: As we found out last night on Dynasty, Vic is getting a chance to qualify for the Cash in the Vault ladder match at Pain for Pride, and if he somehow does the unthinkable here tonight, surely he’s going to be a favorite going into next Friday night’s four-way match.
Deadprez: I think if he could pull off the upset of all upsets and defeat the EAW Champion, he would be the favorite to win the damn briefcase and cash it in the same night.
Eve: Well, as much as I wanna argue that point, I can’t. So I guess we’ll just see what happens tonight and how this plays out.
(Vic climbs into the ring and takes his corner, mentally getting himself ready for the biggest match of his young career. Vic’s music soon fades out and “Pray For Em” by Meek Mill replaces it. The crowd erupts.)
Gina Romano: AND HIS OPPONENT… FROM HARLEM, NEW YORK… WEIGHING IN AT 230 POUNDS… HE IS THE EAW CHAMPION… MALCOLM JONES!!!!
(The cheers get louder as the cocky champ makes his way onto the stage. MJ grins and begins to make his way to the ring.)
Deadprez: Lets just keep it real. It’s a task in itself to defeat Malcolm Jones, even if you’re the most experienced person on the roster. But I find it hard to believe that someone who’s only been around a couple of weeks is going to be able to do what hardly anyone else in this company has been able to do.
Eve: You’re not wrong, Deadprez. While I appreciate the confidence that Vic Venom displays, Malcolm Jones is in his own league. There’s no one who brings the intangibles to the table the way Malcolm does and that type of thing can’t be taught.
Deadprez: Yeah. You’ve either got that or you don’t, and while I’m not saying Vic doesn’t have great qualities, it’s just no one in this company has what Malcolm Jones has.
Eve: And that’s why he’s champion. Not that we are biased trash or anything towards our own champion here on Saturday nights.
(MJ gets into the ring and poses with the EAW Championship. Vic eyes the belt he one day hopes to hold, and after a few minutes MJ hands it off to the referee, who passes it to Gina. Malcolm gets ready for the match, and Vic has been ready. The referee calls for the bell.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Eve: HERE WE GO DEADPREZ! THIS MATCH IS OFFICIALLY UNDERWAY!!!
Deadprez: IMMEDIATELY VIC VENOM EXPLODES OUT OF THE CORNER AND LOOKS TO TAKE THE EAW CHAMPION DOWN WITH A RUNNING KNEE! MJ DUCKS UNDERNEATH, WHICH PROMPTS VIC TO PUT ON THE BRAKES! MJ NAILS VIC IN THE BACK AND BEGINS RAINING CLUBBING BLOWS DOWN ON THE EAW NEWCOMER! VIC FIRES BACK WITH HIS FISTS AND BOTH MEN ARE JUST PUNCHING ONE ANOTHER RIGHT NOW!
Eve: MJ HAS VIC BY THE HAIR AND HE IS SLAMMING HIS FIST INTO VIC’S STOMACH! HE FORCES VIC BACK INTO THE CORNER AND BEGINS THROWING FOREARM SHOTS! VIC FIGHTS HIS WAY OUT OF THE CORNER AND BEGINS UNLEASHING A SERIES OF KICKS THAT CONNECT WITH THE CHAMP AND MOMENTARILY STUN HIM! VIC WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK THAT CONNECTS WITH MALCOLM JONES! VIC GRABS MALCOLM… PLANTS HIM WITH A DDT… AND RUNS FOR THE ROPES!!!!
Deadprez: VIC SPRINGS UP ON THE ROPES!!!! SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!!!!
Eve: MJ MOVES AND VIC SLAMS INTO THE MAT!!! MALCOLM QUICKLY HURRIES UP THE ROPES AND LAUNCHES HIMSELF OFF!!!!
Deadprez: MALCOLM LOOKING FOR THE RE-UP… THE DIVING LEGDROP FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!!
Eve: VIC MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!!
Deadprez: BOTH MEN WENT FOR HIGH RISK, HIGH REWARD EARLY AND BOTH OF THEM HAVE PAID THE PRICE FOR THAT!
Eve: MJ and Vic are both working their way back up to their feet now. MJ goes right for Vic and grabs him in a collar-and-elbow tie up. Both men jockey back and forth for positioning, and it’s MJ who gets Vic against the ropes. He begins chopping the chest of Vic Venom and then whips him across the ropes! Vic ducks under a clothesline attempt, but MJ gets him down on the rebound with a shoulder block. MJ leans down to pull Vic up… BUT VIC PULLS HIM DOWN INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!!!!
Deadprez: MJ POWERS OUT AND QUICKLY GETS BACK TO HIS FEET! VIC IS UP AS WELL AND MJ UNLEASHES A CHOP TO VIC’S CHEST THAT NEARLY KNOCKS HIM TO HIS KNEES! VIC RECOVERS AND STIFFS MJ WITH A FOREARM! MJ GRABS VIC BY THE HAIR AGAIN AND CLUBS HIM IN THE BACK OF THE NECK! A DOUBLE AXE-HANDLE SHOT TAKES VIC TO THE MAT, AND MJ HITS THE LEG DROP THIS TIME! HE FLIPS VIC OVER, HOOKS THE LEG, AND GOES FOR THE COVER!!!!
Eve: VIC KICKS OUT!
Deadprez: Vic grabs the ropes and looks to pull himself up, but MJ cuts him off and sends him across the ring! Vic comes back, and flips over MJ, grabbing him from behind and trying to set MJ up for a modified octopus hold! MJ keeps his calm and falls back, knocking Vic off of him! Vic quickly tries to wrap MJ in a headscissors, but the champ slips out of it, gets to his feet, and grabs Vic by the ankle! MJ looks for an ankle lock, but Vic is able to kick MJ back, and get back to his feet, and both men begin to circle one another again! They engage in another tie up, and it’s Vic who catches MJ with a knee and takes control. He wraps MJ’s arm behind his back and slams his fist into MJ’s chest. MJ reaches behind him and attempts to flip Vic down, but Vic lands a knee into the champ’s kidney area, and forces MJ to his knees. Vic with a series of shoot style kicks to MJ’s back now and MJ reaches for the ropes. Vic kicks his hand away from them, and nails Malcolm in the face with another kick! Vic drops down and begins punching the champ! Those rights and lefts are leaving their mark!
Eve: MJ is such a tough competitor though and it’s no surprise to me that he is able to fight Vic off of him! Vic lunges for Malcolm, but Malcolm rolls out of the way and kips up to his feet! Malcolm flies towards Vic, looking to hit with a big boot, but Vic deflects the shot and he also returns to a vertical base! These two are circling one another again, and it’s Vic who goes for MJ’s leg. MJ reacts by grabbing Vic by the arm and transitioning into a wristlock, but Vic flips over, reverses it, and now he has MJ in one. MJ gets his arm locked around Vic’s neck and looks for a front face lock, but Vic slips out and grabs for Malcolm’s waist. Malcolm unleashes a kick that connects right to Vic’s thigh and sends him sprawling to the mat. MJ looks to grab Vic up, but Vic rolls backwards and returns to his feet!
Deadprez: Both tie up again and it’s MJ who takes control with the side headlock! Vic tries to escape, but MJ tightens the hold and drops down to a knee to add more pressure. Vic reaches out to grab the champ by the neck, but MJ lets go and jumps into the air! DROPKICK CONNECTS!!! MJ RUSHES THE ROPES!!! VIC ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! MJ REBOUNDS AND HE DUCKS A CLOTHESLINE ATTEMPT FROM VIC, WHO HAS GOTTEN BACK TO HIS FEET!!! MJ COMES FLYING AT VIC ONE MORE TIME AND IT’S VIC WHO CATCHES THE CHAMP WITH A DROPKICK! VIC QUICKLY DROPS DOWN FOR A COVER BUT MALCOLM KICKS OUT BEFORE THE REFEREE CAN GET INTO POSITION!
Eve: Vic grabs Malcolm and pulls him up! He’s trying for a suplex but Malcolm blocks the attempt, and grabs Vic!!! DDT PLANTS VIC VENOM!!!! MALCOLM WITH THE STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO THE BACK OF VIC! HE ROLLS VIC ONTO HIS BACK AND GOES FOR THE COVER!!!!
Deadprez: VIC KICKS OUT!!!!
Eve: MJ grabs Vic by the shoulder and starts working it over! He’s hammering his fist down Vic’s shoulder and now he’s wrenching it back! Vic kicks his leg up in the air and connects with MJ’s head! MJ lets go and stands up, urging Vic Venom to get back to his feet as well. Venom obliges and MJ dives for the legs, flipping Vic back down on the mat! Vic is quick to get to his knees, and grabs for MJ’s waist, but champ grabs this game rookie around the waist and deadlifts him up! Malcolm tosses Vic into the corner, and Vic Venom’s head connects with the turnbuckles!
Deadprez: Malcolm walks over to Vic and starts stomping away at him now! His foot is connecting with Vic’s midsection and chest, and Vic is trying to use the ropes and pull himself out of the ring! Malcolm immediately puts a stop to that by grabbing Vic by the hair and pulling him towards the center of the ring. Vic fights back with a series of punches that land on Malcolm’s stomach but that champion is not fucked. He knees Vic in the face, and then scoops him up… BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!!!
Eve: BUT MALCOLM DOESN’T TRY AND COVER! MJ GRABS VIC UP AND LOOKS TO IRISH WHIP HIM INTO THE CORNER BUT VIC CATCHES MJ WITH A THUMB TO THE EYE!
Deadprez: VIC QUICKLY GRABS MJ AND SNAPS HIM DOWN ONTO THE MAT IN A SITTING POSITION! SHOOT STYLE KICKS TO THE BACK! VIC IS LIGHTING UP MALCOLM! MALCOLM IS EATING THESE SHOTS AND VIC IS NOW DONE! HE UNLEASHES ONE TO THE BACK OF MALCOLM’S HEAD AND THAT CAUSES THE CHAMP TO SLUMP TO THE SIDE. VIC DROPS DOWN, DRIVING HIS KNEE INTO THE FACE OF MALCOLM JONES SEVERAL TIMES IN SUCCESSION AND NOW HE’S PULLING THE CHAMP UP!!! VIC GETS BEHIND MALCOLM AND HE PULLS HIM INTO VENOMOUS!!! VIC’S VERSION OF THE STEINER RECLINER SEEMS TO BE PRETTY EFFECTIVE BECAUSE MALCOLM LOOKS DISTRESSED!!!!
Eve: VIC IS HOLDING ON TO VENOMOUS FOR ALL HE’S WORTH AND DEMANDING THAT THE REFEREE ASK MALCOLM JONES IF HE GIVES UP! THERE’S HONESTLY NO POSSIBLE WAY THAT HAPPENS! I DON’T THINK THE CHAMPION HAS EVER GIVEN UP IN A MATCH!
Deadprez: HE DAMN SURE ISN’T GOING TO QUIT AGAINST VIC VENOM! MALCOLM IS GETTING HIS LEGS UNDER HIM AND HE IS USING THEM TO FORCE HIMSELF AND VIC VENOM UP!!! VIC HAS TO LET GO AND MALCOLM IMMEDIATELY SCRAMBLES FOR THE ROPES!!!! MALCOLM USES THEM TO PULL HIMSELF UP RIGHT AS VIC COMES FLYING AT HIM AND…
Eve: AND MJ HANGS ONTO THE ROPES AND DROPS DOWN! VIC VENOM GOES FLYING OVER THE TOP ROPE AND CRASHES INTO THE BARRICADES!!! MALCOLM SLIPS TO THE APRON OF THE RING AND WAITS FOR VIC TO COLLECT HIMSELF AND NOW THAT VIC IS BACK TO HIS FEET MJ JUMPS ONTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AND TAKES TO THE SKIES!!!!
Deadprez: MALCOLM FLIES!!!
Eve: THE EAW CHAMPION WITH A FLYING CROSSBODY!!!! HE LANDS ON VIC VENOM! MJ QUICKLY REGROUPS AND STARTS WAILING AWAY ON VIC! PUNCH AFTER PUNCH LANDS ON THE FACE AND HEAD OF VIC VENOM! MJ FINALLY GETS UP, GRABS VIC, AND WHIPS HIM INTO THE RING STEPS! VIC LANDS SHOULDER FIRST, AND THAT’S THE SAME SHOULDER MALCOLM WAS WORKING ON EARLIER! MALCOLM BEGINS STOMPING AWAY ON THE SHOULDER, WHILE THE REFEREE SCREAMS AT HIM TO GET BACK INTO THE RING. MALCOLM IGNORES HIM AND SCOOPS VIC UP, HOOKING HIM, AND BRINGING HIM DOWN WITH A SNAP SUPLEX HERE ON THE OUTSIDE!!!!
Deadprez: The referee has no choice but to start the ten count, but Malcolm remains unbothered! He grabs Vic by the hair and he’s dragging him towards our booth, Eve!!!! Malcolm Jones and Vic Venom are in front of us now and Malcolm takes Vic and slams him face first off of our table! Malcolm Jones is dishing out a lot of punishment now and he continues to slam Vic’s face off our table! This is what happens when you call out the champ because you want stiffer competition here in EAW! It gets no stiffer than this!!! Malcolm slams Vic’s face off the table one last time before letting go of him and heading back to the ring!
Eve: Malcolm rolls inside the ring to quickly break up the count and he’s right back on the outside. He’s got Vic Venom up and he Irish whips him into the barricades! Vic’s back slams against the steel and listen to this crowd! They are solidly behind the champion here and Malcolm rushes forward!!! RUNNING KNEE CONNECTS!!!! MALCOLM CALLS THAT SEQUENCE WATER WHIP!!!! VIC IS ROCKED! MALCOLM GRABS VIC AND RUNS FORWARD!!!! ONE-HANDED BULLDOG!!!! MALCOLM GRABS VIC AND THROWS HIM INTO THE RING!!!!
Deadprez: MALCOLM CLIMBS INSIDE THE RING AND GRABS VIC UP! VIC IS ON SPAGHETTI LEGS RIGHT NOW BUT HE’S SOMEHOW ABLE TO LAND A PUNCH TO MALCOLM’S FACE! MALCOLM FIRES BACK WITH A RIGHT HAND OF HIS OWN! VIC WITH ANOTHER RIGHT! MALCOLM FIRES BACK! VIC! MALCOLM! VIC! MALCOLM! VIC! VIC! VIC! VIC WHIPS AROUND! SPINNING HEEL KICK! VIC VENOM HAS TAKEN THE BRUNT OF THE PUNISHMENT THESE PAST FEW MINUTES AND HAS SOMEHOW STILL TAKEN MALCOLM JONES DOWN WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK! VIC DROPS DOWN ON TOP OF MALCOLM FOR THE COVER!!!!
Eve: MALCOLM KICKS OUT!!!!!
Deadprez: BOTH MEN TAKE A FEW SECONDS TO GATHER THEIR BEARINGS BEFORE BOTH OF THEM SIT UP! VIC LOOKS OVER AT MALCOLM AND THROWS A FOREARM THAT CATCHES MALCOLM ON THE JAW! THE CHAMP ANSWERS WITH A FOREARM SHOT OF HIS OWN! VIC WITH A FOREARM! MALCOLM WITH A FOREARM! VIC! MALCOLM! VIC! MALCOLM! VIC! MALCOLM! MALCOLM! MALCOLM! MALCOLM GRABS FOR VIC AND WORKS HIS WAY BACK UP TO HIS FEET! MALCOLM UNLEASHES ANOTHER FOREARM TO THE FACE OF VIC VENOM AND SLIPS BEHIND HIM! COCAINA CLUTCH! THE CHAMPION GRABS VIC VENOM IN HIS VERSION OF THE COQUINA CLUTCH!!!! VIC VENOM IS GRABBING AT MALCOLM’S FOREARMS AND TRYING TO WORK HIMSELF FREE! MALCOLM DOESN’T HAVE THAT HOLD LOCKED IN ALL THE WAY! VIC CONTINUES TO STRUGGLE AND FIGHT, FORCING HIMSELF AND MALCOLM BACK INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!!!! VIC SLAMS MALCOLM BACK AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLES!!!!
Eve: MALCOLM LETS GO AND THAT ALLOWS VIC TO DROP TO HIS KNEES AND CRAWL FORWARD!!!! MALCOLM CLIMBS UP THE ROPES AND WAITS FOR VIC TO GET BACK TO HIS FEET!!!! MALCOLM WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE OFF THE ROPES! VIC FALLS TO THE MAT! THE CHAMPION GRABS VIC VENOM UP!!!! IS HE ABOUT TO GO FOR THE CANADIAN DESTROYER?!
DeadPrez: YES!!! MALCOLM WITH THE L-TRAIN ON VIC VENOM AND THIS CROWD ERUPTS!!!! THE CHAMP IS FEELING HIMSELF RIGHT NOW AND HE GETS BACK TO HIS FEET! MALCOLM SIGNALS TO THE ROPES AND HE’S ABOUT TO FINISH THIS MOVE WITH THE MOST BEAUTIFUL FROG SPLIT LEGGED FROG SPLASH IN ALL OF WRESTLING!!!!
Eve: MALCOLM GETS HIMSELF SET!!!! 5 STAR SWAG SPLASH!!!! 5 STAR SWAG SPLASH!!! MALCOLM HITS IT PERFECTLY AND HE HAS THE COVER ON VIC VENOM!!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Gina Romano: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…. HERE IS YOUR WINNER… THE EAW CHAMPION, MALCOLM JONES!!!!
(“Pray For Em” by Meek Mill begins to blast across the public address system as the champ slowly gets up. The referee has asked for the EAW Championship and he hands it over to Malcolm before the raising MJ’s hand in victory.)
DeadPrez: GREAT match between the champion and a very competitive challenger here on Showdown! If there was ever any doubt in Vic Venom’s head why Malcolm Jones is about to be a two-time Pain for Pride headliner, I’m sure he answered them here tonight.
Eve: Not that MJ really cares what people think of him because he’s always going to remain true to himself.
DeadPrez: Absolutely. But I’ll say this for Vic Venom. He definitely does not lack for effort. He just needs to polish a few things up a bit before stepping up to the main eventers here in EAW. He’s got a bright future here in Elite Answers Wrestling if he cleans things up and continues working hard.
Eve: I completely agree, DeadPrez. In my opinion, he’s definitely the favorite in the Cash in the Vault qualifier on Dynasty next week! I know Bowen Castillo, Io Ishimori, and Connor Hunt will be game as well, but Vic is a man who is determined to prove his worth here on Showdown. Going into enemy territory and taking the win would no doubt mean a lot to him.
DeadPrez: But as far as tonight goes, it most definitely belongs to Malcolm Jones. The hometown boy got a chance to show out in front of his family and friends, and no one who loves Malcolm is going to leave Madison Square Garden disappointed tonight.
(The camera cuts to Malcolm, who is celebrating his victory with some of the members of the Joneset, who were sitting at ringside. Showdown then fades to a commercial break.)
(Advertisement for Vegemite featuring Myles, Kassidy Heart, Tyler Wolfe, and Jamie O’Hara. They swear it doesn’t taste like feet.)
(Showdown returns from commercial to a shot of Gina Romano inside the ring as “Starboi” by The Weeknd hits and Ahren Fournier makes his way out onto the stage wearing a fur coat in the summer and sunglasses while inside over his ring gear.)
Deadprez: This man has been surrounded by controversy this week after a video he broadcasted during a match between Kassidy Heart and Serena Bennett.
Eve: We want to take you back to Thursday night where this all occurred and Ahren made his feelings about Kassidy Heart very, very clear.
(The Camera and Titantron cut to a replay from Empire where we are Kassidy connect with a back kick to Serena’s stomach. Serena bends forward in response, clutching to her stomach, but Kassidy gets Serena in position before connecting with a DDT, but just then the lights in the Empire arena cut out and a video hits the screen of the Titantron. We see Ahren Fournier wearing a custom tailored suit and sunglasses, filmed from the waist up with a tropical horizon behind him.)
Ahren Fournier: Hey, Kassi-poo. Did you miss me?
(Ahren removes his sunglasses and hangs them in his suit jacket pocket.)
Ahren Fournier: Well after you went and cost me everything, after you stabbed me in the back like the Judas that you are, after you showed me how disloyal Kassidy Heart truly is, I was Heart-broken. I couldn’t believe that my partner in Magnum Opus would do such a thing to me after I’d allowed her to be entered into this partnership that she was so desperate to have and allowed her to use me for her own personal clout. Your way of repaying me for all that I’d done for you was costing me my ticket to easy street, hitting me with a crowbar, and leaving me in a pile of broken glass. I needed to heal, both emotionally and physically. So… I took a vacation.
(Ahren throws his arms out and looks around him with a big ass grin.)
Ahren Fournier: Hanalei Bay, Hawaii! It’s gorgeous, right? I know you’re familiar with it Kassidy, because that’s where I got the idea! Beautiful beaches, beautiful people, lovely culture, great place to unwind for a bit.
(He then grabs at his lower stomach.)
Ahren Fournier: OOF! But I will say the one thing that’s lacking is a proper amount of public restrooms! I mean… I guess… what’s the harm?
(Ahren looks around to make sure no one else is watching before turning around with his back to the camera and the sound of a zipper is heard. We then hear the sound of him urinating on something as the camera begins to pull back. Slowly the surrounding area is revealed, and Ahren isn’t on the beaches or at a resort, he’s at a graveyard. Headstones are all around him, marking the deceased.)
Ahren Fournier: Aaahh… much better.
(Ahren zips up his pants, makes sure no one else saw, then turns and walks off camera. As he steps away we see that he just stood in front of and urinated on one of the headstones. The now wet memorial reads HERE LIES EMOGEN CORVINGTON: HONORED WIFE, LOVING MOTHER, CHERISHED GRANDMOTHER. The screen video then transitions to Kassidy Heart in the Empire ring where she looks to be in a state of rage before Serena Bennett attacks her from behind and locks in a submission for the win. Camera shows Kassidy lying on the ground before the broadcast cuts back to Showdown where Ahren is now in the ring, he has a huge grin on his face as he just rewatched his actions from Thursday. He holds a microphone in his hand and lifts it up to speak but the crowd boos him.)
(Ahren laughs at them, thinking it funny that they believe booing would make him give a damn about them.)
Ahren Fournier: Oooooh! Have I made you all upset? All of you bottom dwelling nobodies who spend your last dollars to come watch a bunch of oiled men grope each other and pretend it’s somehow not the most subsurface homosexual act since Al Gore blamed Monica Lewinsky for being the one sucking off Clinton underneath the Oval Office desk? Happy Pride month B-T-dubs. But Kassidy Heart got exactly what she deserved. She knew the value of me being the EAW Champion! She knew what that meant to me! Those championship paychecks that rolled in while I did nothing but be the GOAT were my right! And all the little tweets I would get about you all didn’t like me holding the belt hostage, IT MADE IT EVEN BETTER BECAUSE ALL OF YOU OVERWEIGHT, BEER BELLIED, SHIT STAINS JUST PROVED TO THE COMPANY HOW THEY SHOULD LET ME DO EXACTLY THAT! And why? BECAUSE WHEN I CAME IN, YOU ALL LOST YOUR FUCKING MINDS BECAUSE I. AM. THE. BAAAAA. BAAAAAA. GOAT!!
(The crowd grow more agitated at Ahren’s words. And the more annoyed they get, the more he enjoys himself.)
Ahren Fournier: But Kassidy Heart… Kassidy Heart ruined everything. I took her under my hoof when she was this broken, teary faced little bitch who came to me looking for a way to make her name. She wanted all of the attention and because it played to my needs I accepted it. And time and time again I used my talents that make me better than anyone else in this godforsaken (he uses air quotes) “sport” and proves why I am truly the GOAT and gave the pathetic whore credibility off of my name. Magnum Opus may have been her way to gain some recognition, but it was me in the ring every single time. I was the one winning matches. Kassidy Heart was a worthless cunt. Kassidy Heart still is a worthless cunt. And Kassidy Heart will always be a worthless cunt.
Ahren Fournier: The worthless cunt then decided she was too good to do her job. She took liberties with our gameplan at Grand Rampage, and she cost me the match by being out of position with the goddamn umbrella. I wasn’t even pinned. And then, when I had the championship within my grasp again, she decided to turn on my and assault me with a weapon like a coward. And what did she do after that? Ran away. Like a coward. So I hope you have a wonderful career form here on, Kassidy. We are done.
(Ahren moves away to hand the microphone off before lifting it up one more time.)
Ahren Fournier: Oh yeah. And Granny Heart made a great toilet. You should be proud.
(Ahren cackles at the statement as he tosses the microphone out of the ring and removes his fur coat and sunglasses. As he tosses them out, “Come as You Are” by Nirvana hits and Diamond Cage walks out looking as manic as he ever has.)
Eve: Well… from a sociopath to a psychopath as Diamond Cage is making his entrance after a disgusting speech from Ahren Fournier.
Deadprez: You can’t tell a man how to feel. Kassidy turned her back on him. And Cage is looking ready for a fight after his… incident… earlier with TLA and the General Manager.
(Cage climbs up into the ring, ripping his shirt off and tossing it aside as he stares off at Ahren, who doesn’t give an inch.)
Eve: Serious history between these two. It was Kassidy Heart who sacrificed herself to help take out Diamond Cage back at Road to Redemption where Ahren captured the EAW Championship.
Deadprez: “Sacrificed” is a heavy-handed term. Ahren still had to make the pin and finish the job himself.
Eve: I’d like to know what you’d call getting laid the fuck out for someone else’s benefit but ok.
Gina Romano: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall…
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Gina Romano: Introducing first, from Pawtucket, Rhode IsIand, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is the GOAT… AHHHHRRREENN FFOOUURRRNNIIEERRR!!!
(The crowd boos as Ahren clearly doesn’t care.)
Gina Romano: And his opponent, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 227 pounds… Explicit Content… DIAAAAAMMOOONNNDDDD CCCAAAAGGGEEEEEE!!!
(The crowd gives more of a mixed reaction as Cage punches his own jaw, ready to fight. The referee calls for the bell.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Eve: And we are underway! These two men very familiar with each other and— CAGE RUSHES IN WITH A POWERFUL LARIAT! BUT AHREN ROLLS UNDERNEATH! AHREN TURNS AND GOES FOR THE LOW SUPERKICK TO THE LEG! BUT CAGE SIDES STEPS AND RETURNS WITH A PUNCH TO THE JAW OF AHREN FOURNIER! Cage now shoving Ahren back into the corner and unloading! Punch after punch! Cage has been dead set on making his way into the Pain for Pride main event and he’s not been very pleased with the results of that chase so far! He’s taking that out on the man who took the title from him in the first place! Cage cracking every shot into Ahren! The jaw! The ribs! The stomach! The cheek! The throat! The referee now comes from behind!
Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI— OK BREAK IT UP!
Deadprez: The referee now pulling Cage back and trying to get him off of Ahren! The referee shoving himself in between the two and— AHREN WITH A THUMB TO THE EYE OVER THE REFEREES SHOULDER! The referee didn’t see it! And now Ahren moves past the ref and drives a front kick into the gut of Diamond Cage! And he plants him with a DDT! Ahren now steps away! He leans against the ropes while Cage is down as he tries to gather himself after the early flurry! But now Ahren comes in! He straddles Cage and places a knee into the gut of the Hall of Famer! Now he grabs Cage by the back of the head and driving his fist into Cage’s face over and over from the top! Shot after shot as he tried to pay Cage back for every shot he just took in that corner! Cage tries to use his hands to cover up! Cage rolls over to his stomach, shoving Ahren’s knee off as he tries to keep himself protected but now Ahren smashing his forearm into the back of Cage’s head as he adjusts his offense to the situation!
Eve: Ahren looking to make a point here tonight! He wants to show the world that Kassidy Heart was not the reason he became champion! He doesn’t want to let Cage have the last laugh on this battle between them! He’s going on and on with those forearms and I have to wonder how long Cage can intelligently defend himself to stay in this match! He has to find a way out! Cage trying to press himself up to be able to push himself towards the ropes and escape! Ahren now wrapping his arm around Cage’s neck as he continues the assault… BUT CAGE FEELS AHREN NOW CLUNG TO HIM AND PULLS HIS KNEES UP UNDERNEATH HIM! CAGE TRYING TO GET UP TO HIS FEET! AHREN HANGING ON HIS BACK! CAGE FINALLY UP! HE MAKES IT TO HIS FEET AND DRIVES HIMSELF BACKWARDS! HE DRIVES AHREN BY THE SPINE INTO THE TURNBUCKLES AND FINALLY AHREN IS OFF OF CAGE’S BACK!
Deadprez: Ahren is clutching his back in the corner as Cage is now stumbling! He took quite a few shots to the head in that position but he managed to make his way out! Ahren looks pissed and he comes rushing out the corner! Cage doesn’t see! Cage turns around! PROTECT YA NECK!
Eve: BUT CAGE DUCKS THE CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! AHREN’S MOMENTUM TAKES HIM FORWARD ANOTHER STEP AS HE GETS TURNED AROUND— RIGHT INTO A DIAMOND CUTTER FROM CAGE! HE CAUGHT HIM! CAGE DROPS AND HOOKS THE LEG!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEE! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Deadprez: Ahren manages to power out! The GOAT showing his GOATiness as he survives the Diamond Cutter! Cage not going to let up though now as he grabs Ahren and pulls him up to his feet! Pulls him into position for a DDT… BUT AHREN FIGHTING BACK! Ahren punching into the gut of Diamond Cage now! But Cage refusing to release! He now uses his body weight to shove Ahren backdown while Still holding that front face lock! Looks like a modified guillotine choke from this angle! And now Cage cranking on that choke! Making sure it’s as tight as possible! Ahren needs to find a way out or it’s going to be nap time for him! Ahren trying now to walk his feet around as herons for the ropes! He’s not far as the two are only on top of each other around the shoulders but he still has to get there and he can’t see where he’s going! Ahren walking his feet, trying to feel for it… ALMOST THERE! HES USING HIS HANDS NOE TO TRY AND SHOVE HIMSELF BACKWARDS! HE KNOWS IF HE JUST KEEPS MOVING ONE DIRECTION THE ROPES WILL BE THERE! JUST HAS TO GET THERE! HE DRIVES BACK ONE MORE TIME! AND HE GOT IT! AHREN GETS HIS TOES ON THE ROPES AND WE HAVE A FORCED BREAK AS THW REFEREE YANKS CAGES BY THE SHOULDER TO MAKE HIM RELEASE THE CHOKE! Cage not happy about breaking the hold but he complies with the ref! But immediately grabbing Ahren by the head and yanking him up and straight into a snap DDT!
Eve: Cage is obviously frustrated at Ahren for escaping especially after surviving the Diamond Cutter but Cage still isn’t going to let off the gas just yet! He grabs Ahren yo off the mat one more time! Looking to executed something big here! BUT AHREN DRIVES HIS SHOULDER INTO CAGE’S STOMACH AND DRIVES HIM BACKWARDS! AHREN CHURNING HIS LEGS AND RUNNING CAGE BACK AND INTO THE ROPES AND—
Deadprez: AHREN AND CAGE BOTH TUMBLE THROUGH THE TOP AND MIDDLE ROPE! CAGE CRASHES TO THE OUTSIDE AND AHREN LANDS ON THE APRON! CAGE LOOKS LIKE HE HIT HIS HEAD BUT AHREN SEES HIS OPPORTUNITY! HE LINES HIMSELF UP AND TAKES OFF! LEAPING DOUBLE STOMP TO THE BACK OF CAGE DRIVES THE HALL OF FAMER FACE FIRST INTO THE FLOOR! OOH! CAGE HIT HIS NOES AND I THINK HE MAY HAVE BROKEN IT! POPPED THE CARTILAGE AT MINIMUM BECAUSE BLOOD NOW FLOWING FROM THE NOSE OF DIAMOND CAGE! BOTH MEN ON THE OUTSIDE AND AHREN IS BACK IN CONTROL AS THE REFEREE STARTS THE COUNT FROM THE INSIDE!
Eve: Ahren looking to take full advantage of this as he grabs Cage now, pulling him up by the shoulders! He gets Cage up to his feet and shoves him back first against the barricade!
Deadprez: DAMN! Ahren chops Cage right across the chest with authority now! And again! And again! Blistering chops from Ahren Fournier as the blood is now dripping from Cage’s nose and down to his chest, getting smeared by those chops!
Eve: Ahren now looking to continue the assault as he steps in to deliver another chop with Cage’s blood on his hands! BUT CAGES SLIPS OUT OF THE WAY! AHREN SMACKS HIS HAND ON THE BARRICADE AND CAGE THRUST KICKS HIM IN THE BACK! THE GOAT LANDS STOMACH FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE!
Deadprez: CAGE NOW DRIVING VERTICAL ELBOWS DOWN INTO THE BACK OF AHREN FOURNIER! THAT WILL CAUSE HIS MUSCLES TO KNOT UP AND SPASM IF AHREN ISNT CAREFUL!
Eve: Cage now stepping away as he catches his breath! He shoves Ahren to the side for the moment as he grabs a beer away from a fan now! Cage taking a drink here in the middle of a match!
Deadprez: Hey, a man gets thirsty. It’s summer. Cage enjoys his drink before tossing it to the side! He turns back around, not wanting to leave Ahren unattended for too long but Ahren isn’t there anymore!
Eve: AHREN FROM BEHIND! HE RAN AROUND THE RING AND LEAPT OFF THE STEEL STEPS TO LAUNCH HIMSELF INTO A FLYING FOREARM THAT SENDS CAGE CRASHING TO HIS KNEES!
Deadprez: Ahren grabs Cage up by the head and rolls him into the ring! The referee shouting for Ahren to get back in too!
Eve: And Ahren slides back in and breaks the count now as he looks to take advantage of this brief momentum he’s gotten! Cage is still stunned but trying to get to his feet as Ahren comes up behind him! STORYBOOK ENDING!
Deadprez: DIAMOND CUTTER! CAGE POPPED AHREN UP INTO THE AIR AND CAUGHT HIM IN THE DIAMOND CUTTER AGAIN! CAGE GONNA HOOK THE LEG!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEE! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-
Eve: AHREN STILL POWERS OUT! HE CAUGHT HIM OUTTA NOWHERE WITH THAT DIAMOND CUTTER AND STILL AHREN SURVIVES! Cage is just pissed off now! He needs to hit something powerful if he wants to put Fournier away but what will it take? Cage grabs Ahren by the skull and begins to drag him up to his feet once again! He has to make this one count! CAGE HAS HIM BY THE ARM! TWISTS THROUGH! MURDER DEATH KILL! THE RAINMAKER CLOTHESLINE!
Deadprez: BUT AHREN DUCKED UNDER IT! HE HAD IT SCOUTED! AHREN SLIPS BEHIND CAGE! GRABS HIM BY THE ARM AND NECK AND YANKS HIM DOWN! CROSS FACE CHICKENWING! THE LULLABY IS LOCKED IN! THE LULLABY IS IN AND ITS GONNA PUT CAGE TO SLEEP! THE SUBMISSION IS APPLIED TIGHT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! CAGE IS FLAILING ABOUT AND TRYING TO FIND HIS ESCAPE BUT HE GOT CAUGHT! CAGE IS FADING! HES TRYING YO MOVE HIMSELF WITH HIS FEET BUT IT ISNT GOING ANYWHERE! CAGE MAY HAVE TO SUBMIT! HE MAY NOT HAVE A CHOICE! HE—
(“Put Em Up” by Lupe Fiasco hits and Kassidy Heart comes out to a massive reaction from the fans.)
Eve: KASSIDY IS HERE! OH SHIT! SHE ISNT GOING TO LET THIS PAST THURSDAY ON EMPIRE GO LIGHTLY! wait… is that…
Deadprez: She has a cat! NO! OH NO!
Eve: I mean it’s just a cat so…
Deadprez: THATS NOT JUST ANY CAT, EVE! THATS—
Ahren Fournier (off mic): JENNIPURR!!!!!!!!!!
(Ahren has released the hold on Cage and is up leaned against the ropes looking frantic as Kassidy holds his beloved feline.)
Eve: Ahren not happy but I have to say turnabout is FairPlay! And after— CAGE GRABS AHREN FROM BEHIND! MERCY RULE! THE STUNNER CONNECTS! AHREN IS LAID OUT! CAGE HOOKS THE LEG!
Ref: ONEEEEEEEEEE! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(Cage rolls out of the ring, wiping blood from his face as he shoves a camera man out of his way.)
Gina Romano: Here is your winner… DIAMOND CAGE!!!
Deadprez: Kassidy knee exactly how to get Ahren’s eyes off the prize and she played her cards exactly as she needed to. Cage walks away the victor and Ahren is out cold in the ring!
(Cage doesn’t wait around, he looks angry at how the match went on top of events earlier in the evening as he walks right past Kassidy and up the ramp. Kassidy begins approaching the ring and walks up and in, still holding Jennipurr as she is handed a microphone.)
Kassidy Heart: Hello, WOAT! Did you really believe that Thursday was going to be the end of this? That you could do that to me and to my grandmother and I would just let it go?
(Kassidy pauses as if the unconscious man would respond.)
Kassidy Heart: HELL NO! You will pay for what you did. But don’t you worry about poor Jennipurr. I’m still a PETA rep afterall.
(She lets Jennipurr go and the cat goes over and lays on Ahren’s chest, purring as she falls asleep.)
Kassidy Heart: The only animal I’m looking to wound is one shitty little goat. I’ve already spoken to Hurricane Hawk and Kendra Shamez. You aren’t getting away with a damn thing! Because in just a few weeks is Pain for Pride… and it’s going to be the death of Magnum Opus! You and me… and it won’t be a normal match. It’s going to be anything goes… it’s going to be… ULTRAVIOLENT!
Kassidy Heart: When we joined forces we were the most beautiful duo, molded by the gods. But when I’m through with you… I don’t think either of us will be very pretty when we walk away.
(Kassidy drops the microphone before stepping back and hitting a running punt kick into Ahren’s skull, scaring Jennipurr. Kassidy exits the ring and walks up towards the stage as “Put Em Up” Plays once again. She keeps her eyes on Ahren. Showdown fades on one more shot of the unconscious goat.)
(EAW Network Logo Buzzes.)