{As the show returns from break the camera catches Inferno walking backstage heading towards his car to leave for the night. As he does he passes by ExE who is talking to his manger Kate. ExE can be heard mumbling something under his breath and, not surprisingly, it gets the attention of Inferno.}
I: (turning around) What did you say ExE?
E: Maybe you didn't hear us well enough then. Kate was telling me how I should make a name for myself in this league and I said well I hope it's not against old washed up pieces of trash like you who come back from a retirement match looking for a hand out. Is that what you heard?
I: (getting in his face) Maybe ... you wanna say it when I'm looking you right in the eye.
E: I can only say piece of crap so many times, but for you I'll make an exception. You are a piece of ...
{Before he can finish Inferno makes the first move and both wrestlers are trading punches back and forth. After a few seconds, security is quick to break up the fight and separate the two.}
I: You're lucky they're here otherwise your ass would've been mine!
E: Don't talk trash bitch prove it in the ring!
{They again try to make a move for eachother, but they're held back by security. The shot then changes to the announcers' table.}
GM: Oh man what is up with that? Not that I blame ExE, but what gives?
BS: A couple of young lions trying to make a name for themselves in the EWI are testing out the water and they've just collided with eachother. That could prove to be an interesting match up if it happens!
GM: Hey is this moment? Is this what we've been waiting for?
BS: Indeed it is Gary Mac.
GM: GIVE'EM HELL EDDY LOVE!
BS: NOT that moment! The other moment. The one where we find out who exactly Gabriel Poe, Waz Up's opponent is!
GM: Oh ... THAT! Well, I've been waiting for that one too, but ... where's THE LOVE!
BS: You're such an idiot. Well, it looks like Waz Up will be the first one out and he is followed by an OBVIOUS limping Hellfighter!
GM: Hellfighter lives? After the brutal beating he's received from Nemesis and Lone Wulf? That's true character. That's a man who can go the distance. That's a man who doesn't puss out like Evan Aho.
BS: WHAT? Aho got thrown off a ROOF!
GM: Details details. I care not to hear them.
BS: As Waz Up gets into the ring we're being joined by Hellfighter at the announcers table. Mr. Hellfighter welcome to the show.
HF: It's good to be here, but to tell you the truth I'm surprised that I'm even out here.
GM: Hey Mikey. How's that ass whipping you got earlier?
HF: That wasn't nice Mr. McFarland. How would you enjoy it if you were ambushed twice in one night?
GM: I don't know. How did you enjoy ambushing Manifest Destiny two weeks ago.
BS: Okay enough fighting Hellfighter is out here as our guest.
GM: Your guest not mine.
BS: Hellfighter I've got to ask you about Waz Up. How has he been feeling about this upcoming match? After the statement he made did you think Gottfried would actually sign this match?
HF: I was surprised as the next person, but you have to give it to Waz Up he is a fighter and he will give it every ounce of energy he can.
GM: Otherwise coded for loser.
{Crazy Train' - Darkside starts up as the fireworks go off once again for the St. Louis homecrowd. Knowing who the music belongs to the begin to boo and chant 'Asshole'.}
HF: Looks like they know his name by heart.
GM: That's not even funny!
BS: We were told earlier in the show that Mr. Gottfried himself would announce to Waz Up the identity of the wrestler who signed the contract. We already know the name, but we don't know anything else about him.
HF: I've never heard of this Gabriel Poe. Have any of you two?
GM: Poe. Hoe. Schmoe it's all the same to me.
BS: Classic color work McFarland.
GM: Thanks Brett.
BS: Idiot.
{As Up: 'Crazy Train' by Darkside continues to play three figures make their way to the top of the rampway, but ... it's not Marcus Gottfried.}
BS: Wait a minute ...
HF: That doesn't look like ....
GM: WHAT THE HELL IS POWERS DOING OUT HERE WITH THOSE TWO BIMBOS!
HF: Is Powers dressed like .. Gottfried?
BS: I think so, and if that's the case then that explains why Fairhurst looks like 187 and Miso looks like Dastardly!
GM: I though 187 was looking a little too good.
HF & BS: Really?
GM: Um ... not that I was JUDGING him! Don't even play that card!
BS: Rriigghhttt ...
{Once the music finally stops laughter can be heard through the audience as Powers gets ready to talk on the mic. Waz Up can only look with sheer madness on his face.}
KP: Hello boys and girls. I'm Mr. Gottfried and I'm the person responsible for turning the EWI into my own personal crapper.
GM v/o: NO HE DIDN'T!
BS v/o: Oh yes he did.
KP: Now I know how much everyone used to watch this federation with it's hardcore tactics and it truly disgusted me. Considering I don't have a spine in my body and the only bone I ever have to pick is out of my ass.
GM v/o: HE can't say that!
BB v/o: He just did!
KP: Now I might have others in the SSN team do my dirty work for me cause I'm too limp wristed to do it my self, but ask anyone on this team. I would bend over backwards to help someone out.
M: Sometimes even forwards.
RF: And even side to side!
KP: (Turning towards '187') Side to side? That didn't make no sense.
RF: I'm just a bodyguard what do I know?
HF v/o: Oh I don't think 187 will enjoy that.
GM v/o: Gee you think?
KP: But enough about me and my butt ... um ... buddies. (pointing at Waz Up) Mr. Waz Up, if that is truly your real name, you have made the challenge and it is my job to tell you who you will be facing tonight. Now everyone heard your challenge, but after all of the mass hysteria of laughter only ONE PERSON took you up on the match cause ... well ... he needed the money!
M: Other people wanted to sign up for that match, but they were either too busy with other matches, counting the stars, doing their hair, counting the holes in the ceiling, and ... actually there is nothing else, but the one man named Gabriel Poe did take that match!
HF v/o: This isn't nice of Powers and company. They're bringing down the boy's spirit.
BS v/o: Well, to be fair Hellfighter, he has made some comments last week that has upset several wrestlers in the EWI.
GM v/o: Sissies. Get over it!
KP: Let me tell you about your opponent. Before he lived in a vast unknown and tormented past. His last name, Poe, can be linked to the very lifeline of Edgar Allan himself. Recently he has come to terms with himself and he has enjoyed a rather interesting past couple of months. Now making his residence in Denver ... Colorado, USA.
GM v/o: Storm rip.
BS v/o: Quiet Madden.
GM v/o: HOW DARE YOU!
{'Fearless' - Insane Clown Posse starts up as a cloaked figure makes his way to the top of the ramp.}
KP: I, Marcus 'The squirrel always lookin' for a nut' Gottfried, presents to you GABRIELLLLLL POOOOEEEEEE!!!!!
M: Otherwise known as ....
{Miso reaches for the cloak and pulls it off to reveal who is under the sheet.}
M: APOCALYPSE!!!!
BS v/o: OH MY GOD! IT CAN'T BE!
HF v/o: HIM! WAZ UP IS FACING HIM?
GM v/o: That's it. Waz Up is dead!
BS v/o: And look at Waz Up! He can't believe it!
HF: (talking away from the headset) Don't worry about it you can match up with Apocalypse.
A: (grabbing a mic from Powers) Hey Waz Up. It is time that you listened instead of letting your mouth run. For the past couple of months you have put on a less than pathetic display you swear you call wrestling and this will never ever do. You have disgusted wrestlers, announcers, interviewers, fans, and corporate sponsors alike. You think you deserve everything in the world, but in all actuality you don't deserve anything. Actually ... scratch that. You do deserve one thing ...
BS v/o: He's calling him out!
HF v/o: This isn't good at all. Not at all.
A: When you made that bold statement that you would fight anyone in the EWI in hopes to get your friend a title shot I thought to myself ... what is in it for The Apocalypse. If you won you would get Hellfighter a shot at the Extreme World Title. If he won then you would get first crack at it.
What dues have you ever paid for a World Title shot?
Better yet ... what dues have you paid to get A title shot?
Then it struck me. If you lose then your career in the EWI ... is finished. No more Waz Up. No more pre-Madonna in the circuit. How unique, but ... why make it a regular match ...
GM v/o: What is he getting at?
BS v/o: Oh this isn't gonna be good.
A: So, even though we don't get along with the SSN and Gottfried I, since I took the match, requested one style of match in order to accept and Gottfried, eventually, agreed to my terms.
So Waz Up. Prepare yourself for The Dark Reign, one time only, is about to enter the ring again. If you can somehow avoid The Path of Destruction then your wish for Hellfighter will be granted. But if you don't ...
If you don't ....
Then your fate will forever be sealed cause you've just entered into ... A NO DQ INFERNO MATCH!
{Suddenly flames shoot from the ringpost and continue to stay lit as Apocalypse rushes the ring and begins to slug it out with Waz Up.}
GM: INFERNO MATCH! OH DEAR LORD!
HL: Can you please stop that.
BS: An INFERNO MATCH! This is unheard of for the SSN, but Gottfried apparently accept it cause that's what they're fighting in right now!
With Apocalypse sliding into the ring the heat begins to build up at the ring post as well as in the center of the ring. With Waz Up trying to give the best he can he eventually falls behind in the battle of the fist and Apocalypse begins to back him up towards the ropes punching and chopping away at him. Up against the ropes Apocalypse whips Waz Up towards the opposite ropes and catches him with a boot to the midsection. Apocalypse then comes off the other side of the ropes and lands a vicious punch dropping Waz Up to the canvas.
GM: Apocalypse is going to kill that man in the ring.
HF: He could have a chance?
GM: What? In Hell? Guess what sparky he's there right now and Apocalypse is giving him the grand tour!
BS: Apocalypse backs up waiting for Up to get back to his feet ... DEVESTING FLYING CLOTHESLINE! Waz Up was not expecting that at all!
GM: Nor was he expecting Apocalypse.
BS: NOBODY was expecting Apocalypse!
As the match continues to rage on, from behind the announcers table all of The Manifest Destiny begin to attack Hellfighter from behind and beat him down with steel chairs and a baseball bat unknowing to Up.}
GM: Get this mess away from us!
BS: HELLFIGHTER HAS BEEN ATTACKED BY MANIFEST DESTINY AGAIN! This is too much! Nemesis and Lone Wulf have got ahold of Hellfighter by the arms. Commando, with that steel chair, winds up ... MY GOD WHAT A SICKENING THUD!
As the match continues both Apocalypse and Waz Up realize what's going on and they suddenly stop their match and look on. Apocalypse then shouts something towards Up and he shakes his head in agreement.
GM: What is he doing?
BS: Waz Up is running towards the ropes, gets a running start, Apocalypse HAS HIM UP ... DEAR GOD! Apocalypse ROCKET LAUNCHED Waz Up right onto Manifest Destiny! You've got to be kidding me!
GM: Here comes the rest of The Nu Nation Revolution and they're fighting it out right in front of us! What is Apocalypse doing?
As the fight continues on the outside, Apocalypse heads to the opposite side and pulls out a table from under the ring and eventually slides it in the ring. He then points towards Miso and she responds with tossing up some lighter fluid she had with her. He then squirts it on the table, tosses the bottle to the side, and breaks off a small piece so that he can get a light from one of the already flaming ring post and lights the table up.
BS: He just lit that table up and now he's looking out towards the mass hysteria that is still going out in front of us.
GM: And here comes security again. They've been a busy crew tonight!
BS: Finally they try to restore order and Waz Up is slowly getting back into ... OH NO! APOCALYPSE HAS HIM BY THE THROAT!
GM: He wouldn't.
BS: CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM! He just slammed him into that burning table! THE REF IS CALLING FOR THE BELL! APOCALYPSE HAS WON THIS MATCH!
BS: It's over folks. This match is over and Apocalypse is your winner!
GM: But that's not all. Because of Apocalypse's win Waz Up's wrestling career in the EWI is over! WILL SOMEBODY GET THE FIRE OUT ON WAZ UP!
BS: Would you stop that! Folks we'll be right back so don't go away!
BS: Welcome back everyone. So how are you feeling Garrett?
GM: How do you think I feel? Costant Chaos breaking out all over the arena and we just got done seeing a Inferno match ... in the SSN! The only thing good that came out of this is that Waz Up is no longer wrestling1 Finally ratings can go up!
BS: That wasn't nice.
GM: Nor was the suit you picked to wear, but I'm forced to look at it now ain't I?
BS: But at least we know one thing. Apocalypse was Gabriel Poe, but was that his real name?
GM: You wanna go ask him?
BS: I ... don't think so. Coming up next folks, as if we haven't seen it all night, Hellfighter gets BACK into the ring and faces off against Commando.
GM: I don't even know how Hellfighter can do this. He's got his ass kicked again and again and again and again. Now he has to FIGHT? Against the former Champion Commando? Commando is the man that took it to the limit with Gemini and he's just as sidistic as he is!
BS: But also remember Hellfighter is also a former Champion and he did place one of the final nails in the coffin for K-9 who is a friend of Manifest Destiny.
GM: Should be a good one to watch.
BS: And with that let's go to the ring for our next match!
"Dive Over In" by Skillet cues up as a bandaged Hellfighter appears at the top of the ramp, being met with a mediocre pop from the crowd. Hellfighter limps down the ramp, obviously favoring his bandaged right leg as he walks. He reaches the ring, and rolls in as his music dies down.
BS: Hellfighter's not looking good, after the beatings he's taken tonight.
GM: Woohoo!
"Welcome to the Jungle" blasts through the speakers as Alan Tasker sprints down the ramp, rolling in and laying into the hurt Hellfighter with right hands as the bell rings. "The Commando" pummels Hellfighter for a long time, eventually working his opponent into the corner, where he begins kicking Hellfighter in the gut. Hellfight drops to the mat, back rest against the turnbuckle as Alan tasker continues to stomp. Commando leans against the top turnbuckle, sneering down at Schultze before pulling him by up the hair and whipping him to the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a Belly to Belly 90 Degree Overhead.
BS: And Alan Tasker dominating this match up. Hellfighters gotta get with the program if he wants a chance.
Commando immediately lifts Hellfighter with a swift yank to the hair, whipping 'fighter into the ropes. As Hellfighter comes off the rebound, Alan Tasker lifts him high over his head and delivers a devastating powerbomb. Tasker stalks around the fallen Hellfighter, waiting for him to get to his feet. When he does, Tasker jumps in with a clothesline, but Hellfighter reverses it into a Death Valley Driver.
GM: Damnit! I thought Commando had this one won.
BS: Hellfighters still got some fight in him.
Tasker leaps to his feet almost immediately, but walks right into a "Running Gun" spear, driving him into the mat. The crowd pops as Hellfighter makes an apparent comeback. He pulls Commando to his feet, then shoots in at his left leg, lifting and tree-topping it. Commando, losing his balance as Hellfighter tree-tops his left leg, throws an elbow into Hellfighters face, reopening Shultze's wounds. Hellfighter doesn't let this get to him, however, and he kicks Tasker's right foot out from under him, blood running down his face.
BS: And a great move by Hellfighter, from his Greco/Roman days of wrestling.
GM: Taskers opened him up!
Hellfighter follows Commando to the mat, landing with his weight on Tasker's chest. He works his way up, and then begins punching Commando in the face, over and over again. Tasker takes the punches, then throws a few of his own. The two sit/lie there, exchanging blows for quite some time before Hellfighter gets up, Commando rolling to his feet immediately after, Hellfighters blood covering his face and shoulders.
Hellfighter stumbles toward Commando, but can barely see due to the amount of blood in his eyes. Hellfighter throws a weak punch, but Commando ducks and nails a pumphandle slam. Tasker drops down and locks on a Boston Crab, pulling back on the broken Hellfighter.
GM: It's Over.
BS: Unfortunately, I'd have to agree with you there, Garrett.
Hellfighter resists against the hold for a short while, his body rigid as he fights to get free. Suddenly, his entire body goes limp, eyes closed. Commando releases the hold and looks down at Hellfighter, who has passed out. He shrugs, then goes for the pin, the ref counting.
1.....2.....3.
BS: MY GOD! HELLFIGHTER PASSED OUT FROM THE PAIN!
All of a sudden, Lone Wulf and Nemesis hit the ring, rolling in and drilling the unconscious Hellfighter with stomps. Commando joins in, stomping Hellfighter's injured right leg as his cohorts stomp his chest and blood-covered face. The beating goes on like this until 'Rhythm of theHeat' - Peter Gabriel cues up, blasting through the speakers.
GM: Hrm?
BS: As if this wasn't enough..
Li and Wang run down to the ring, hopping up on the apron. They make seductive motions toward Manifest Destiny, catching their attention. Unbeknownst to them, Jimi Sinister and Ozzy McSarah have come out of the crowd and are sneaking up behind them.
BS: Nu Nation! They're here!
GM: Behind ya! Behind ya!
Li and Wang climb through the ropes and begin talking to MD, giggling occasionally, still gesturing seductively. Suddenly, The Heavy Metal Express attacks, pummeling Lone Wulf and Commando from behind. Twin Phoenix joins in, punching and kicking Nemesis before he has time to react.
GM: NO!
The Nu Nation Revolution and Manifest Destiny continue to collectively beat each other until security rushes in, separating the two factions and dragging them to the back. A lone ref helps the battered and bloody Hellfighter to his feet, and then up the ramp.
BS: These two teams are going to flat out kill eachother! We've got to cut away, but when we come back it's MAIN EVENT TIME!
GM: EDDY! EDDY! EDDY! EDDY!
BS: You sound like a back rejected fam from Springer I swear. We'll be right back!
BS: Welcome back fans. During the break we were told that Hellfighter could not leave on his own so he has been taken to the hospital for X-rays and further test. Our wishes go with Hellfighter who has put up one heck of a struggle tonight.
GM: Oh geez someone buy him some milk so he can heal his bones, but as of right now I don't care cause we're IN EDDY HOUR!
BS: You are truly pathetic! Still you are right cause it's Main Event time and it's 'Hurricane' Eddy Love taking on the hometown hero Bass.
GM: Eddy Love has gone through alot tonight. He has delt with Bass, Aho, Melissa, and the damn Inner Circle. But even with all of that I am CONFIDENT that Eddy Love will pleasure the world once again and take BOTH belts home ... TONIGHT!
BS: But he's only defending one tonight.
GM: YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN SNAPPERNUTS!
BS: Oh you've lost it. Let's go to the ring for OUR MAIN EVENT!
Both Bass and Eddy Love circle each other, Eddy Love finally lunges at Bass connection with a knife edge chop, Bass staggers and Eddy Love throws kicks to his midsection, pushing Bass into the corner. Eddy Love hits a back elbow and then whips Bass into the far turnbuckle. Eddy Love takes off following Bass, but is met with a boot to the face. Eddy Love staggers backwards and Bass follows him and sends him to the mat with a running clothesline. Bass drops a elbow on the chest of Eddy Love. Bass pulls Eddy Love up and sends him into the ropes, but Eddy Love holds on and slides out of the ring. 187 and Marcus Gottfried rush over to talk to Eddy Love. Bass gets a running start and comes flying over the top rope with a suicide dive. Eddy Love sees this and pulls Marcus Gottfried into the line of fire.
BS: Marcus Gottfried goes down again.
GM: Poor Mr. Gottfried. Can we get some medical attention down here?
As Bass tries to get to his feet, Eddy Love hits a DDT on the outside of the ring. 187 is checking on Marcus Gottfried as Eddy Love rolls a limp Bass into the ring. Eddy Love locks on a STF and the ref asks Bass if he wants to give it up, but Bass refuses. Eddy Love locks the hold in tighter and the ref asks again and Bass refuses. Eddy Love releases the hold and slams Bass's head hard on the canvas. Eddy Love goes to pull up Bass, but Bass pokes Eddy Love in the eye with a thumb. Eddy staggers as Bass gets to his feet and charges, spearing Eddy Love hard to the mat. Bass makes the cover. One..Two..Three.
BS: We have a new champion.
GM: No, He got his foot on the rope. A great stategiest Eddy Love is.
BS: Some might consider that luck.
GM: Luck? What are you kidding.
Bass jumps up and down, thinking that he won the match. Eddy Love gets to his feet and hits a bulldog. Eddy Love then lays the boots to Bass. Eddy Love pulls Bass up to his feet and hits a vertical suplex. Eddy Love goes to pull up Bass, but Bass sweeps out Eddy's feet. Bass and Eddy Love get back to a vertical base at the same time. Bass tries for a collar and elbow tie up, but Eddy Love hits a knee lift. Eddy Love gets some momentum off the ropes and hits a running neckbreaker. Eddy Love pulls up Bass and hits the Hurricane Piledriver. Eddy Love with the cover. One...Two...Three.
BS: This match is over and Eddy Love, going through utter HELL tonight, has overcome the odds and has beaten Bass in his hometown of St. Louis. My God what a Hell o fa show we had tonight Gary Mac.
GM: That's why the SSN owns it.
BS: And that's why the EWI brought it back to it's roots tonight!
GM: WHAT?
BS: Folks we're all out of time! For Garrett McFarland, Victoria McCave, Guy Grant, and everone here in the EWI ...
GM: ... SSN
BS: This is Brett Sanders saying good night from St. Louis and reminidng you to join us next week in Salt Lake City at The Delta Center Arena for Heatwave! Good night everyone!
GM: VIVA LA EDDY!
{hours after the show.}
(A cameraman stands nearby Dan Ryan's doorway trying to get his way into the room. As he continues to knock, finally the latch on the door can be heard moving inside. A second later Dan Ryan peers out.)
Dan Ryan: "You still out here? Well, why don't you just go ahead and come in and take a look. "
(The door opens wide and the camera pans into the room as the door is slammed shut behind them. Hiroshi, Steele and Tribal Instinct are still bound and gagged and unconscious. Eddy Love is tied securely to a support pole in the center of the room and slumping his head down in a semi-conscious state.)
Dan Ryan: "Our friend here is just beginning to wake up, aren't you Ed? Come on sleepyhead. It's no fun if you're not awake for this..."
(Ash stands nearby looking on as Ryan prods Love until he begins to come to.)
Dan Ryan: "That's my boy. Just can't keep a good man down eh? I guess you'll be wondering why you're here."
Eddy Love: "Dan Ryan, I swear to God....."
(Ryan rolls his eyes and motions to Ash who violently yanks his head back into the pole at the same time gagging him with a long cloth)
Dan Ryan: "No talking. You've talked enough in the last few weeks to fill an entire show of it's own. Right now you're going to listen. You're just gonna stand there and listen. You made quite an impression on me the last week weeks. A cleverly designed attack at Genesis.....putting 187 in my way the show after that. Hell, not a bad show of things if I do say so myself. But I believe I began to make my point known last week when you stuck your nose in our business. And this week.....well.....this week I decided to take you for a little ride."
(Love begins making loud angry noises through his gag)
Dan Ryan: "ASH, SHUT HIM UP!!!"
(Ash turns and swings a heavy baseball bat and hits Love in the knee, causing him to squeal in pain and his legs to buckle.)
Dan Ryan: "Better. Now listen up, and listen good. It does not matter what happens in the title match with Ash. Whether or not Ash takes your little Federation title....and I think.....that he will.....you will have to deal with me. And you mistakingly believing that a couple of confrontations was going to be the end of me....well, that's going to be the end of YOU. So let's go. You're about to go on the ride of your life."
(Dan Ryan goes over to Love and gets within an inch of his eyes as he fumes back at him)
Dan Ryan: "Sorry, this trip is kinda like the batcave....I can't have you seeing where we're going..."
(With that Ryan pulls back and punches Love with all his strength in the face, pushing his head back into the pole and causing his eyes to roll back into his head and sending him into unconsciousness.)
Dan Ryan: "Let's go."
(Ash laughs lightly and they drag Love out the door. Ryan turns and pushes the cameraman back into the room as the picture goes fuzzy)
{Roll Credits.}