(Cole Steele is standing alone backstage at a drink and snack vending machine. He enters some change and presses a button for a soda to drop down. As he bends down to pick up the drink, a voice calls out to Cole.)
Ruiner: Thought you could screw Angelus and myself again, huh?!
(Cole jumps up and turns to see Angelus and Ruiner standing with crowbars.)
Cole: Don't do anything stupid! You just won the SSN Tag Titles! You attack me, Gottfried will make sure you don't hold on to those belts for much longer!
Angelus: I'm sure he's already conceiving some plan to screw us out of the titles, so it doesn't really matter what we do to you.
Cole: You guys are already a thorn in SSN's side. You attack me and you'll regret it!
Ruiner: Shut the hell up Cole. You cost us the tag titles in our first match with TI and you tried to do it again. We don't take kindly to that. We're hardcore and we're violent. You cross us or upset us, we come after you and you're lucky if we stop. In a few seconds, you're going to be the one with regrets.
Cole: No! Ju...just listen to me!
Angelus: I think we've heard enough out of you Cole.
(Ruiner then storms toward Cole and takes a swing at him with the crowbar, but Cole ducks and Ruiner rips into the drink machine. Cole begins to run and Angelus throws his crowbar at Cole but misses and the crowbar flys into the snack machine, breaking the glass. Cole begins to get away, but Ruiner grabs the soda Cole left behind and hurls it at Cole, hitting him in the back of the head and knocking him down.)
Ruiner: It appears that Cole's body can't handle caffeine.
(Angelus and Ruiner laugh. They then walk over to Cole. They drag his body back to the vending machines. Ruiner pulls out the two crowbars and throws them away. Angelus lifts Cole and smashes his head into the snacks.)
Angelus: Hungry Cole?!
(Ruiner takes Cole and smashes his face into the soda machine. Ruiner Irish whips Cole into the soda machine and Cole falls to the floor after bouncing off the machine.)
Ruiner: (stares down evily at Cole) Don't ever try to f*** us out of what we want again!
(Chris Lehew suddenly walks around the corner.)
Chris: WHAT THE HELL?!?! You guys are dead! When Gottfried hears of this, you can kiss your careers goodbye!
(From behind some crates a figure steps out and hits Chris in the back with some weapon. Chris falls to his knees and the figure hits Chris in the back of the head and Chris falls to the floor unconscious. The figure steps out of the darkness and it's ExE.)
Angelus: Welcome to the fold.
(Camera switches back to the announce table.)
GM: You got to be kidding! ExE gets this new persona and stuff and he sides with these Mechanical Morons? First The Reaver now him? What is this place coming to?
BS: The SSN created it and ...
GM: Oh would you shut up!
BS: As my friend can get over his stress let's focus our attention to our next match which is just about ready to go. Can you think about this one Gary?
GM: I'm not focused thank you so you do it.
BS: Fine. Recent CSWA superstar Wicked Sight has felt the time to make his presence known in the EWI. He did it first by targeting Cameron Cruise and then followed up by accepting a match against Cruise's partner in the CSWA, Bobby Jackson for Shockwave. Tonight he'll try his fair against the ever dangerous Motorhead. So, on that cheerful note, let's head to the ring for the introductions and our next match.
GM: Damn Animals.
‘Motorbreath’ by Metallic blasts through the arena as the wrestler also known as Motorbreath walks down the ramp, receiving a muddled reaction from the fans.
GM: This guy looks a little young to be a professional wrestler, don’t you think?
BS: It says here he’s eighteen, legally eligible.
GM: So it says.
‘Just Got Wicked’ by Cold cues up as Wicked Sight appears at the top of the ramp, drawing a mixture of cheers from the crowd. The camera cuts to a group of five fans, each holding a letter of the word ‘Sight’.
BS: And here comes his opponent, Wicked Sight!
Sight rolls into the ring, he and Motorbreath pacing around one another as the bell rings. Motorbreath reaches into for a collar and elbow tie up but Wicked Sight just shoves Motorbreath back, kicking him in the stomach and dropping him a gutwrench sitdown powerbomb.
BS: Wicked Sight isn’t wasting any time here tonight!
GM: He’s said that he’s ready to make an impact here in the EWI, and I for one believe him!
Motorbreath rolls to his feet, Sight pacing around him like a predator. Wicked Sight darts in for a clothesline but Motorbreath knee-lifts him in the gut before hitting a DDT. Motorbreath tries to lock on an STF but Wicked Sight bucks him off and in turn locks on an ankle lock as Motorbreath struggles to reach the ropes. He comes within a hair’s breadth of grabbing them before Wicked Sight jerks him back to the center of the ring, increasing the pressure on the ankle lock.
BS: Wicked Sight is DOMINATING Motorbreath in this match.
GM: Hey, he promised.
Sight whips Motorbreath to the ropes, looking to catch him on the rebound, but Motorbreath throws himself into the air in a last ditch effort, nailing Sight with a crossbody. He holds on for the cover. The ref drops to the mat, counting 1...Wicked Sight kicks out, getting to his feet first. Motorbreath aims a wild punch at Sight’s face, but Plett grabs his wrist, twisting it behind his back before hitting a dragon suplex.
BS: If Motorbreath has any intentions of winning this match, he’s got to get in the game.
Wicked Sight jerks Motorbreath up by the neck, looking to DDT him, but Motorbreath stuns Sight with several punches before throwing him to the mat with a snap suplex.
GM: And he may be doing just that!
Motorbreath drops down with a lateral press as the ref drops down to count, but doesn’t get to one before Sight throws him off, getting to his feet before Motorbreath.
BS: But Wicked Sight has other plans!
The two trades punches, neither giving an inch before Sight reaches in and drops Motorbreath to the mat with a Death Valley Driver. He lifts Motorbreath up and whips him into the corner, then dropping him violently to the mat with an Acid Drop!
BS: There it is! View to Kill! This one’s over!
Wicked Sight hooks the leg as the ref makes the 3-count, announcing his victory. Wicked Sight rolls out of the ring, striding back up the ramp to the backstage area.
BS: Wicked Sight has done it. With his win over Motorbreath this has to get the ball rolling for his confrontation against Bobby Jackson.
GM: (listening to his headset) Really? About damn time!
BS: Who are you talking to and what's with the smile on your face?
GM: Business is about to pick up my friend.
BS: What do you mean?
["Tribe" by POD cues up and Tribal Instinct come out onto the stage at the top of the entrance ramp, accompanied by Marcus Gottfried. They're still wearing their Italian-made suits and matching sunglasses. Gottfried hold a mic and his hand and the Williams brothers are wearing smiles on their faces. They all three walk up the steps to the ring, single file. They stand in the center of the ring and look around at the unhappy crowd.]
MG: For all of you who are stupid enough to be rooting for those EWI idiots like the Mechanical Animals... I have a little treat for you! You see, a few weeks ago, I signed a match. I was tired of these pests, Angelus and Ruiner... I was tired of them running their mouths about being the champions in MY company when all that they really did was steal the straps like a couple of little, immature kids. Of course, when you put it that way, it makes sense considering who we're talking about.
[The crowd boos at Gottfried's comments. He is unfazed however and maintains his businesslike, PR demeanor.]
MG: In an effort to protect my employees... to protect my investments, I added stipulations to the match. I stated that there would be NO hardcore elements and that there would be NO pro-EWI members anywhere near the ring. If either of these rules were broken, then the MA would be FIRED! Well, a couple of my associates, Chris Lehew and Cole Steele came down to the ring to insure that no pro-EWI members would show up. Then our talented VP McCarver decided that he'd put a stop to this 'fiasco' and appoint himself as the special referee! Well, Mr McCarver, while you may have the power to come out here and appoint yourself as a referee in a match, what you DON'T have the power to do is violate a contract that was written by me and my attorneys that stated that NO PRO-EWI MEMBER WOULD BE ANYWHERE NEAR THE RING! This is a legally-binding CONTRACT, MR McCARVER! Now either the rules stated by this contract will be followed or you can be put in PRISON!
[Marcus looks around at the thousands of fans with a grin on his face. His normally well-kept hair is falling in his face after getting so riled up. He brushes his hair back and regains his composure.]
MG: Now, the rules state that no pro-EWI MEMBER was to be anywhere near the ring. It did not say pro-EWI WRESTLER. And if you'll read the fine print, or if you simply have a bit of common sense, you'll realize that if you're not pro-SSN, then you're PRO-EWI. ESPECIALLY when you're doing everything in your power to SCREW OVER THE SUPER SPORTS NETWORK!! So, when the contract states that 'no pro-EWI member shall be anywhere near the ringside area or in the ring itself,' this includes YOU, Vice President McCarver!
[Trypp and Brandon Williams grin and nod their heads in approval, obviously knowing what's coming.]
MG: So what this means, McCarver, Angelus, Ruiner, is that since the rules stated by the contract were violated, Angelus and Ruiner are now completing what is surely a RECORD for shortest title reign EVER! Animals, get your asses out here! I want to do this to your faces!!
[The Mechanical Animals come out to the top of the entrance ramp, sans music, with sour looks on their faces, but with their Tag Titles intact.]
MG: You little bastards, I'm sure that you know what I'm getting at. I just wanted the pleasure of SEEING YOUR FACES when I told you! Consider this a pink slip! Because of the contract violation by VP McCarver, Mechanical Animals, you are henceforth STRIPPED of the TITLES and from this day forward... YOU ARE FIRED!!!
[The crowd boos the comments mercilously and Angelus and Ruiner begins to come to the ring to confront Gottfried and Tribal Instinct.]
MG: Ah ah ah. I wouldn't take another step if I were you. If you don't leave right now, then you are in violation of contract, and I will have no qualms about throwing your asses in JAIL! Security! Get out here and take THE SSN TITLES off of their waists!
[An army of security personnell, including the older man that was tormented by Tribal Instinct earlier, come out and take the belts off of a reluctant Angelus and Ruiner.]
MG: Bring them to ME!
[One of the security guards, a young man with red hair, carries the Tag Team Titles to the ring and hands them to Marcus Gottfried.]
MG: Security, take those idiots off of my show. They're wasting valuable air time and oxygen! Oh, and Animals...
[The security guards that are escorting Angelus and Ruiner out of the arena stop and let the Animals listen to what Gottfried has to say.]
MG: Don't blame me... Blame McCarver.
[Gottfried smiles as the security escorts the cursing duo out of the arena. Gottfried then turns to Tribal Instinct. Trypp and Brandon grab after the titles, but Gottfried snatches his hands away.]
MG: Not... so... fast.
[The Tribal brothers have confused looks on their faces.]
MG: I can't very well just GIVE another team the titles. The Mechanical Animals DID get an official three count from an official referee, so I'm going to have to declare these titles "VACANT!"
[Trypp and Brandon, obviously angry about this announcement start to argue with Gottfried, wondering what the hell he's talking about.]
MG: Tonight there will be a tag team title match featuring YOU, Tribal Instinct, and a mystery team of MY choosing! And with that said... good day.
[Gottfried walks out of the ring with the tag titles in his hand. Tribal Instinct soon follows, still visibly upset at Gottfried's announcement.]
BS: What an announcement! The Mechanical Animals have been FIRED and there will be a match tonight to determine the new Tag Team Champions! Who could this mystery team be, Gary?
GM: I don't know, but I can't believe that Gottfried is making his men FIGHT for those titles!
BS: You gotta be kidding me! He just can't fire The Mechanical Animals like that!
GM: You wanna go search the parking lot for them?
BS: This is unreal and a new low for Gottfried and the SSN. Folks we'll be right back!
(Vice President Les McCarver walks down a hallway. The VP is wearing a gray sweater and black pants. A clipboard is in his right hand, a smirk is on his face as he stops at a door marked, Marcus Gottfried. The VP knocks on the door and waits. Finally, 187 opens the door.)
187: What the hell do you want?
VPM: Well I need to see Marcus.
187: That's Mr. Gottfried to you.
(The VP shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn't care.)
VPM: Yeah, Ok. Just tell him I'm here.
(187 shuts the door and VP McCarver waits impatiently. Finally 187 comes back and opens the door)
187: Mr. Gottfried said to make it quick.
VPM: (sarcastically) Sure, Sure. He's the boss right?
(VP McCarver walks in and Marcus Gottfried is sitting behind a desk looking over some papers. VP McCarver enters and stands directly infront of the desk. Marcus looks up with a disgusted look on his face.)
MG: What do you need, Mr. McCarver?
VPM: Well I was going over the card. (begins to look at the clipboard) and I must say it's quite imprssive. Solid throughout with good main event, but there's something missing.
MG: Well spill it.
VPM: Well I can't do much about adding the spice to the Mainevent that it needs, but I can do something about another match. I see we have Hellspawn and Nightshade in a grudge match, but no stipulations have been added. Why is that?
MG: We both know why. So stop pulling my chains and get to the point.
VPM: Ok, Ok. I think the fans of the EWI would like this match to be something special.
(Anger comes across Marcus Gottfried's face.)
VPM: So we're going to let Nightshade and Hellspawn wrestle in match that will suit their feud a little better. Do you have any suggestions?
(Marcus Gottfried just glares at the Vice President.)
GM: God damn you, If I could, I send you to the unemployment lie with Zieba. You can't keeping doing this, We're trying to run a wrestling promotion here.
VPM: Oh, I can Gottfried and I will. We've both seen the contract and we know what I can and I can't do. And tell your damn lawyers to stop calling me, cause I'm not in anyway, shape, or form going to be bought out of this contract. Anyway, back to the matters at hand. I was thinking of a putting Nightshade and Hellspawn in a....Ambulance Match.
GM: Dammit, I'm getting tired of you coming in here and doing this.....
(The Vice President looks at the camera and smiles and then turns and leaves the room. Camera fades to black.)
GM: DAMN HIM! I suppose you thought that was fair didn't you?
BS: After what Gottfried did I'm all for Vice President McCarver and his tactics.
GM: Oh you would ... you would.
BS: Folks. The next piece of footage recently made it to us via Cameron Cruise and he wanted us to share it with you so if the people in the van can que the tape we'll hear some words from Cameron Cruise.
(fadein, a small, office-sized room in Cameron Cruise's house. In the room with Victoria is Cameron, who is dressed in a pair of black jeans, and has a solid black T-shirt, with shades to match as well as a HUGE bandage on his forehead. Also with him is Mercedes Devon, who is dressed appropriately for the occasion as well, wearing a long, black dress with one to three inch straps on her shoulders.)
VM: Thank you Brett and just like you said, we indeed apparantly have a request for an interview we would like to conduct here as I am here to interview none other than former EWI Intercontinental champion Cameron Cruise, and his fiancee, Mercedes Devon. Cameron, Mercedes, what seems to be on you're mind?
CC: Well, quite a number of things have been culminating here in the EWI the last few months.
(counting off a finger)
we've had a tournament for a title that really now that I think about it, means almost nothing to me in the King of the Cage, but without a doubt, has put me in a different situation as I faced Gemini, and now that I think about it, should have just let him out the door.
VM: Why is that?
CC: Seeing as he already a maniacal-but-self-rightous and well deserving lunatic is enough, but to be put in a cage *WITH* him...(Cameron forms a small smile)that's just suicidal.
VM: I see you're point. However, I take it, thats not all.
CC: No, it's not. Coming back from a vacation, I thought, I'd have it made. Back in the good ol' EWI, where wrestling is more than just a sport, and the rest you get for free.
VM: But that wasn't the case was it?
CC: No, I came back and a moron with the brain the size of pea had bought out EWI and had wanted to make it a more telivised league. A league where we could get NOTICED. Shoot, I could care less about being noticed, all I wanted to do was try my best and perform as well I could for the fans, which is REALLY the reason why I'm still here. Cole Steele calls himself 'The People's Choice'? I hardly think so. But even so, wrestling him pushed me to the limit, that much, I'm willing to admit. But we both know who should be the Intercontinental Champion right now. But because of two dis-respecting, non-title deserving, Marilyn Manson-video-game-playing WANNA-BE's....I missed the chance of winning--AGAIN. Angelus....Ruiner, I told you to stay outta my business. I warned you not once, but TWICE, and gave you two a lesson for your record of memory loss, but you too still don't get it.
(Cameron sighs and shakes his head)
VM: Mercedes, you've been quiet for some time now. What have you to say about whats going on. What about the attack Wicked Sight had on your man at Genesis a few days ago? Any comments?
MD: Well, yes Vicky, I do have something. It really shocks and surprises me to see Mikey do such a thing. And Rose? Girl, WHAT..have a-you been smoking? You liked the fact that my future husband and student was beat up like that? You're both a pair of sick sons of--
(Cameron lightly taps the arm of his fiancee Mercedes and calms her down, hooking arm-in-arm)
CC: Mikey Plett, Wicked Sight. You use to talk about being the next true champion. You use to talk about the pride you have in performing you're best, yet somehow always coming up short against men like Hornet...Eli Flair...Cardigo Mysterian, it really doesn't matter. But the fact remained that whatever the result, you were proud of what you did and you accepted it for what it was. But now, you come barging into a whole different world, preaching about turning in stellar performances, and showing what you've got for the fans. But there's just one think that still gets me. One thing thing that bothers me. Why me Mikey? Why me? I was the one that stood behind your reasoning and helped you out when no one else would. And this...(pointing to his forehead) is how you repay me? ARE YOU STONED? Am I pissed? Not really? Surprised and shocked, yes, but not upset. You'll get your payback Mikey. Not now, not at Shockwave, and MAYBE not at the Black Ice Pay Per View, but you'll get it. And when you do, you'll KNOW IT.
VM: That was pretty direct Cameron, but what about Cole Steele? The Mechanical Animals?
MD: We're not through with them by a long shot. But for now...let's just say that since Erik Zieba is a very giving man, he was nice enough to include into our contracts VERY WELL paid vacations--
CC: AS WELL AS...
MD: A clause that says that along with Gemini, the only way he can drop us off the roster is if we *DECIDE* to quit, and without any other way possible to do it well...(innocently) since Mr. Gottfried took over, it's gonna be shopping malls and long days in the sun for a LONG time.
VM: Wait a minute--you can't be serious..that means...
CC: That we can take a vacation as LONG as we like...and still have money cashing in the bank while we do it. If in case you haven't knocked yourself senseless yet Gottfried, that means we're taking a little vacation from the EWI/SSN, and there's NOTHING you can do about it.
VM: (a look of shock apread about her face) Back to you guys...
(fade back to the announcer's table)
GM: Cruise on an extended vacation. Damn. The show started off rather crappy, but with the recent events I'm starting to feel alot better.
BS: This coming from a SSN Kiss Ass.
GM: Hey I resemble that thank you!
BS: Up next is a return match from Genesis pitting Evan Aho against ExE. Gary, what’s your call on this one?
GM: Well, if that slacker Aho wouldn’t have skirted out of this match on Genesis, ExE would have moved on a long time ago.
BS: Skirted? The man was thrown off the ROOF!
GM: Excuses. It doesn't matter to me cause I don't care for either of them. ExE joining The Mechanical Animals OH WAIT THEY'VE BEEN FIRED! Aho proving once again that he resembles the virgin picture in any dictionary. I hope they both croak!
ExE’s unique theme music cues up as he makes his way to the ring, rubbing his five-o’clock shadow. He climbs into the ring, awaiting his opponent. His wait is short, however, as ‘Blood, Milk and Sky’ by White Zombie cranks up, Evan Aho striding down the ramp with purpose as the fans pop loudly.
BS: Once again, Evan Aho is challenging the odds and taking on multiple matches per night.
GM: Yeah, it worked out soooo well the first time.
Aho rolls into the ring, pacing around ExE as the bell sounds, Evan darting in with a collar and elbow tie-up, out of which ExE manages to get a headlock, but Aho grabs him by the ankle and jerks him off his feet. As ExE falls to the mat, Aho grabs his left ankle and stomps hard on his left knee several times before ExE manages to crawl to his feet, drilling Aho with stiff right hands.
BS: Looks like Aho is employing some of that ring psychology of his, working on ExE’s knee like that.
GM: Any trained chimpanzee could do that. Even you, Sanders.
BS: I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.
Aho blasts ExE in the face with a palm strike, staggering him. Aho tries for another but ExE catches him by the arm, twisting it around into a jumping arm breaker. ExE keeps his grip on Aho’s arm, dropping down into an armbar. ExE keeps the pressure on until Evan manages to grasp the bottom rope. The ref forces ExE to break the hold, which he does. Both men get to their feet, trading punches as ExE manages to stun Aho enough to reach in for a DDT, but Evan wraps his arms around ExE’s waist, lifting him up into the air and spinning him down into a screwdriver piledriver.
BS: What a move from Evan Aho!
GM: It didn’t look that bad.
BS: I’d like to see you take a move like that, McFarland.
GM: Silence, mortal!
As Aho waits for ExE to get to his feet, Manifest Destiny: Commando, Nemesis, and Lone Wulf start to come down the ramp to the ring. Aho glances warily at them but maintains his focus on ExE, pulling him up by his hair, but ExE knees Aho in the gut, following up with a powerbomb. ExE moves to stomp on Aho, but Evan grabs his left leg, jerking him off his feet and applying a legbar.
BS: Like I said, Aho is a genius when it comes to ring psychology!
GM: Ring psychology doesn’t mean a thing when you’ve got three people just waiting for you to screw up outside the ring.
ExE manages to fight his way out of the hold, getting to his feet first. He grabs Evan by the arm, whipping him out of the ring. Manifest Destiny scrambles toward the spot where Aho will fall, but Evan manages to grab the rope on his way over and pull himself back into the ring.
GM: He got lucky.
BS: What a save by Aho!
Nemesis has produced a steel chair from ringside and is pacing around on the outside, waiting for a chance to use it. Meanwhile, in the ring, ExE hits Aho with a reverse neckbreaker, followed up by several punches to the face. While the ref tries to stop ExE, Nemesis leaps up onto the apron, holding the chair. He motions silently for ExE to whip Aho into it while the ref is confused. ExE lifts Aho up, and irish whips him toward the chair, but Aho reverses! The ref turns around just as ExE collides with the chair, getting knocked out. The ref calls for the bell, disqualifying Aho.
BS: Manifest Destiny has once against shoved their collective nose where it doesn’t belong, costing Evan Aho this match!
GM: Say what you want, but Aho is the one who whipped ExE into the chair.
BS: Folks we've got to take a break, but when we return it'll be Hellspawn versus Nightshade in an ambulance match ... NEXT!
BS: Folks welcome back. During the break we were told that there was a fight that broke up between Lone Wulf and an unidentified person who people have describe to be ... Gemini!
{As the camera cuts to the back Lone Wulf is still down and out with a dented steel chair by his head and a baseball bat drapped over his leg. Lone Wulf tries to get back up, but a hand comes out of nowhere and cracks Lone Wulf over the head with a spraycan. Then the person, wearing a mask that reesembls Gemini, comes into the scene and begins to spraypaint over the fallen Lone Wulf, but before he can continue Commando and Nemesis rush the scene chasing the person away.}
GM: That was Gemini! I don't believe it, but I can expect it since Manifest Destiny attacked him, Hellfighter, and others at Genesis II.
BS: i'm being told now that the EMT's in the back are looking over Lone Wulf and trying to help the big man.
GM: It's an all out battleground here tonight! Gottfried will put a stop to that. He'll find Gemini and fire his ass too!
BS: You know he can't do that cause he won the King of the Cage and will fight Eddy Love for the Extreme World Title.
GM: Hey I can dream can't I?
BS: Speaking of Ash, we're being told that with the fireworks going on between Ash and Sampson, Dan Ryan has decided to weigh in with his.....
["Zero" by The Smashing Pumpkins starts up as the lights begin a strobe effect and Dan Ryan comes down the aisle to the ring wearing jeans and and a black and blue shirt with "Team Phenom" across the chest. He starts with sunglasses on but yanks them off and slams them to the ground shattering them in a million pieces revealing a look of disgust. He slides under the bottom rope and climbs a turnbuckle and stares into the crowd for a moment while the noise dies down, then takes a microphone and speaks]
DR: "Eddy Love. Mr. unified Extreme World Federation and whatever the hell else champion, Eddy Love. You know Eddy I've done little to make a spectacle of myself or to purposely stand out since I've come to this fed and that has been for one reason only. I was brought here on a favor to Erik Zieba. These fans who cheer me when I come out and help make a fool out of you and your buddies week after week are the same damn fans who jeer me every other night on NthWA TV and on the road as I roll with Team Phenom en route to dismantling Chad Dupree's federation. They may like what they see.....but I.....DO NOT. You've been able to do something that may actually turn into something special. Oh yeah, Ed. You should get a standing f(censored) ovation because you see....what you've done is gotten under my skin. No no no....don't get the wrong idea and wipe that grin that's spreading across your pie-hole right off. You didn't get under my skin with your superior wrestling skill. You didn't do it with your mind numbing in ring commentary on the history of wrestling. You didn't even do it with your..." [beginning to yell] "...endless and utterly pointless banter that you spew every damn week!!"
[Ryan pauses a moment to get his composure]
DR: "Eddy Love, the one single solitary thing that has made me decide to take you apart limb from limb and piece by piece is the simple and unbelievable fact that a worthless piece of washed up no talent garbage like you is pushed as the top star of this show using insults like 'Dan Cryin Ryan' and being surrounded by two bit ECW ripoffs like Tabu and 187. Tell ya what, why don't you surprise us all by bringing out The Franchise Dane Shouglas to back you up from now on?? Huh? Or how about Maven and Geevie Stichards?? Can ya do something that hasn't been f(censored) done a million damn times before, Ed? Can you?? Can you manage to do one single solitary original thing in one of your stupid ignorant ridiculously unentertaining and unending promos just once? Maybe earn that spot off of something more than a reputation from Feds that mean absolutely jack crap to 80% of this federation? Well thanks to the undeniable answer of a resounding NO to all of the above, I have decided that the nice Dan Ryan is now officially dead. You get the pleasure of the real thing from now on. And that pleasure will be me, your new number one enemy taking you, the former tick on Chad Merritts nutsack, and booting you so far out of this fed you'll have to mail in your weekly dissertations on the history of the feds you've been in from wherever the hell you finally land. And from now on.....that my friend...is a fact you won't be able to do a damn thing about."
[Ryan stops for a moment while the pro-EWI crowd pops loud and then resumes]
DR: "Now about this...match....between Ash and Rob. You know, I have to echo Rob words last week. We had this fed on a plate and this is exactly the type of stuff that could destroy everything we have worked for. But Rob, I don't back you up on this. And Ash, I can't be here for this one tonight for you either. I will not be a part of this while you two beat each other the hell up over petty differences while everything goes to hell. So while you two send everything right down the drain, I'll be on my way back to...."
[Suddenly Ryan catches a glimpse of Marcus Gottfried standing at the top of the entry ramp and stops and glares at him.]
MG: "Pretty words, Dan...pretty words. But I must interject. I'll keep it short since I know you're a busy man. That match between your buddies tonight. I just decided you're gonna ref it. Have a nice night, Danny."
[Gottfried turns and leaves as Dan Ryan fumes in the ring. He looks down with his eyes closed for a moment obviously holding back his rage and then slides out of the ring and walks determinedly to the back.]
BS: Ryan is gonna ref the main event?
GM: What a masterstroke of a move by Mr. Gottfried. Hip hip Horray!
BS: That can only spell trouble for soemone in that ring and Gottfried knows it!
GM: Oh you didn't know?
BS: Quite creatin. Coming up next is the match Vice President McCarver put together at the last second and that's Ambulance Match rules! How about it Gary?
GM: Why did McCarver get such power I have no idea. This match is gonna test the limits of both men and should prove good for the winner rankingwise. Hellspawn was recently dropped by ExE and should have that chip on his shoulder going in so watch out for him!
BS: Folks the stage is set so let's go to the ring!
BS: It seems as if Vice President McCarver has once again done it to Mr. Gottfried.
GM: This isn't even funny.
BS: Fans, We're being told that this match has already started in the backstage area.
Nightshade is kneeling across Hellspawn's upper body and is pounding him with lefts and rights. Hellspawn somehow pushes Nightshade off of him, Nightshade grabs a broomstick and breaks it over Hellfighters head. Nightshade kicks at Hellspawn and then pulls him to his feet.Thumb to the eyes by Hellspawn and Hellspawn sends Nightshade head first intothe a a steel door. The door flies open and Nightshade stumbles into the parking lot. Hellspawn follows behind him with a chain. Hellspawn wraps the chain around his fist and pounds Nightshade, sending Nigthshade to the cement, busted wide open. Hellspawn uses his foot to choke Nightshade. Nightshade gasps for air, Hellspawn releashes the choke when he heads off camera. Suddenly Hellspawn is back on camera with a baseball bat in hand. Hellspawn swings for the fences but Nightshade ducks and then drives Hellspawn backwards into a car. Nightshade bounces Hellspawn's head off the car hood.
BS: Hey, Garrett? Isn't that your rental?
GM: Yes and I forgot to by the insurance.
Nightshade powerbombs Hellspawn onto the hood of the car. Nightshade grabs Hellspawn and starts to drag him back into the arena. They enter the door that they just came through and walk down a corridor. Once they turn right in the corridor, You can see the rear of the Ambulance. Hellspawn punches Nightshade in the stomach and Nightshade doubles over, Hellspawn hitsa DDT on Nightshade. Hellspawn kicks at Nightshade and then walks over towards the Ambulance, but Nightshade trips Hellspawn. Both men scramble to their feet and Nightshade grabs Hellspawn and hits a release Belly to Belly Suplex. Nightshade walks over and opens the back door to the ambulance and then stalks over to Hellspawn. Hellspawn throws a wild punch that connects on Nightshade's cheek. Nightshade goes down and down hard. Hellspawn scrambles around looking for something and seems to have found it. Hellspawn finds a Sledgehammer and swings it over his head and brings it down and Nightshade moved at the last second. Hellspawn tries to recover, but Nightshade kicks Hellspawn in the stomach and hits a Neckbreaker. Nightshade pulls up Hellspawn and throws him into the Ambulance and slams the back of the door shut.
BS: We havea winner. Nightshade has done it.
GM: Oh, I hope that wasn't my rental.
Nightshade slumps to the ground and runs his hand through his blood soaked hair. When Freedom Fighter Marc Robinson rushes into the area and kicks Nightshade in the side. Nightshade goes to get up but Marc Robinson has the Sledge Hammer. Nightshade gets to his knee, but Marc Robinson brings the head of the hammer crashing into ribs of Nightshade. Nightshade slumps back to the ground. Marc Robinson then applies a STF. Security finally rushes in and breaks Marc Robinson away from Nightshade.
BS: Nightshade doesn't look good.
GM: Maybe he can catch a ride with Hellspawn to the hospital?
BS: You're sick. Really Sick. We've got to take a break folks so don't tuch that dial cause you never know what you'll miss!
(The Imperial March by Metallica and San Fransico Symphony Orchestra begins to play as The People's Choice Cole Steele strolls out from the back. Once the crowd notices Cole Steele, they all boo loudly. Cole Steele cocks a sly smile as he strolls to the ring. Cole Steele is wearing a silver button down shirt, with only the bottom three buttons buttoned, Black dress pants and black boots. The Intercontinental Championship is slung over Cole's right shoulder. Cole Steele walks up the steps and enters the ring. Cole Steele strolls around the inside of the ring and then asks fora mic and a ring side attendant hands him one.)
CS: Genocide II has come and gone. The SSN may have run across a few setbacks, but Eddy Love now has the Federation Championship and the EWI World Title. I still am the Intercontinental Champion, and we still are the most talented group of superstars to ever step foot into a ring.
(Crowd boos louder and Cole leans on the top rope.)
CS: Cameron Cruise, Your desire for MY title has cost you the chance to never challenge for it again. It just goes to show that the EWI is full of a bunch of morons. Would I have ever agreed to stipulations like that? No, Mr. Cruise, I wouldn't let approtunities like that pass me by.Your best option is to crawl back under your rock and stay there.
(Cole stands up and adjusts the IC title.)
CS: It seems that I have someone new wanting a shot at MY gold. Mr. Rotten, You feel that you can compete with the greatest wrestler to walk into this ring? Sure, Sure you're a real tough guy. Crack opponents with chairs and cheating to get the win. You see that's below me, That's below my Intercontinental Championship. If I ever give you a chance, It won't be some great hardcore match. No, It will be a classic wrestling match. Maybe a two out of three falls match? But then again. That's only if I feel you are ready...At this time, You are not capable of wrestling me. So, tone up on your skills and we'll see what's comes of it.
(The crowd boos even louder)
CS: It's quite ashame that the EWI is in such disarray these days. I was really looking for a real fight, but I guess it's not going to happen. You have Ash and Rob Sampson about to kill each other. You have The Mechanical Animals screwing over one of their own to keep him from winning the IC Title. Man, You wrestlers representing the EWI are pathetic, I bet Erik cringes when he thinks of who he has trying to save his precious little company. It won't matter anyway, cause even with Kin, Sky and the Tribe dropping the ball, We'll rebound and take this company to new heights.
(The Imperial March cues up and Cole Steele tosses the mic to the ringside attendant and walks out of the ring and down the aisle to the back.)
GM: (stands up and applauds) You tell'em Cole!
BS: Would you sit back down. Just for once can you try to stay off the SSN's Bobo?
GM: Bobo? What the Hell is a bobo?
BS: You'll figure it out. Up next we've got Ricky Payne of the St. Louis Calab-O taking on the returning Darkness. How about it Gary?
GM: At first I didn't think much of Ricky Payne, but the man has got potential and he's about to show it against The Darkness. Sure he has Anti-Girl, but she's just a crutch in his career.
BS: Let's go to the ring and see if your right.
GM: Bobo. Wait you didn't mean his ....
BS: Don't even say it on the air.
Judgement Night cues up and the crowd cheers as Ricky Payne walks toward the ring. Ricky Payne gets to ringside and raises his hands to the crowd. A fan reaches over and punches Ricky Payne. The camera gets a close up of the fan and it's revealed that it's The Darkness. The Darkness hopes over the security railing and kicks the down Ricky Payne in the ribs.
BS: This is ridiculous.
GM: This is great. Great move by The Darkness, not giving Ricky Payne any opprotunity.
The Darkness pulls Ricky Payne up and rolls him into the ring. The Darkness climbs up on the top rope and comes off with a flying headbutt, but Ricky Payne moves and The Darkness hits nothing but the mat. Ricky Payne pulls up the Darkness and sends him into the ropes and catches him with a spinning heel kick. The Darkness hits the mat hard and grabs the back of his head. Ricky Payne climbs up top and comes off with a moonsault and connects. Ricky Payne with the cover. One..Two..kick out by The Darkness. Suddenly, Anti Girl comes running down the rampway with crowbar in hand.
BS: Someone needs to get her away from the ring.
GM: Why don't you go and do that?
BS: Me? No.
Ricky Payne gets up and starts yelling at Anti Girl. The Darkness takes this time to catch his breath. Ricky Payne turns around only to be caught with a drop kick from The Darkness. Ricky Payne goes down and Darkness pulls him back up and hitsa vertical suplex. The Darkness is quickly back up to his feet and pulls Ricky Payne up to his feet, The Darkness sends Ricky Payne into ropes and The Darkness sets him for a back drop, but Ricky Payne hitsa desperaton DDT. Both men are laying on the mat. Anti Girl pounds on the mat, Yelling for The Darkness to get up. Ricky Payne stirs first and gets to his feet and stumbles into the corner. The Darkness clears the cobwebs and gets to his feet and rushes Ricky Payne, but Ricky moves out of the way and The Darkness runs shoulder first into the ring post. Ricky Payne falls to the mat and pulls The Darkness down in a backroll, One..Two...Three..No, The Darkness was able to get his shoulder up.
BS: Oh, Close one there, but The Darkness did get his shoulder up.
GM: Did you see Ricky Payne pulling the trunks?
BS: Are you watching a different match?
Ricky Payne scoops up Darkness and slams him hard to the mat. Ricky Payne climbs to the top rope and comes off with flying leg drop, but The Darkness rolled out of the way at the last second. Ricky Payne is hurt. The Darkness takes this opprotunity to lock in a figure four leg lock. Ricky Payne grits his teeth as the ref asks him if he wants to give it up. Ricky Payne shakes his head no and reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. The ref tells The Darkness to release the hold.The Darkness releases the hold and pulls up Ricky Payne. Brainbuster by The Darkness and Ricky Payne is out cold. The Darkness climbs up to the top rope and comes off with a flying elbow to the chest of Ricky Payne. One..Two...Kickout by Ricky Payne. The Darkness looks on in disbelief. The Darkness pulls Ricky Payne up and throws him out of the ring to the floor below. The Darkness starts yelling at the ref and Anti Girl runs over and catches Ricky Payne in the side of the head with a forearm. Anti Girl then throws Ricky Payne back in the ring. The Darkness then grabs Ricky Payne and picks him up by the throat dropping him across his shoulder and hitting a powerslam.
BS: He calls that the Nightfall
GM: It's all over
The Darkness makes the cover and gets the One..Two..Three. The Darkness slumps into the corner and Anti Girl comes in the ring and attends to The Darkness.
BS: Great match by these two Cruiserweights.
GM: Oh, No we have some company.
The Motor City Manaics charge the ring and slide in. Ripper Robertson delivers the big boot to Ricky Payne as he gets to his feet. Max Mayhem then pulls Ricky Payne up to his feet and drops him with a right cross to the face. The Darkness sees this and grabs the crow bar from Anti Girl. The Darkness walks over and pushes both Max and Ripper. All three men seem to be argueing with each other as Ricky Payne gets to his feet. The Darkness spins and levels Ricky Payne right between the eyes, busting him wide open.
BS: What is going on here?
GM: I don't know, but I sure hope Ricky paid his medical insurance.
Anti Girl has slide out of the ring and is sliding a table into the ring. The Darkness sets up the table as Ripper picks up Ricky Payne. Ripper Robertson positions Ricky Payne for a power bomb and on the way down Max Mayhem hits a reverse neckbreaker sending Ricky Payne through the table.The Darkness, Anti Girl and The Motor City Maniacs stand above Ricky Payne for a second and then leave the ring.
BS: DEAR GOD! They just destroyed Ricky Payne!
GM: I guess I was wrong. I guess it's Ricky Payne that needs the crutch!
BS: Folks they've got to clean up the ring so we're gonna go to a break, but when we come back it's Insane Pain taking on The Heavy Metal Express!