Masters: Well done Big Nasty, wow.

Timmons: Yeah, he dominated in that showing , nice to see he hasn't got any ring rust

Masters: Not a drop. Well the EMTs have passed Nasty and Karen, wheeling Buck back up the ramp. Stretcher at ring side, this isn't looking good for Slate

Timmons: He took all the frustration he felt for Xavier Reid on Alexander Slate, and boy was it a lot

Masters: Yup, bye Slate, it's a shame, I thought for sure he'd walk out with the belt

Timmons: Well I thought Nasty would retain for Buck, but not like this. It was a massacre, and there goes Nasty, riding off into the sunset

Indeed, the big screen has split and allowed Karen to wheel Buck through and closed again, showing the picture of a sun going down as Buck turns to face the EWA collective one last time. He raises his arms as chants of ''BIG NAS TY BIG NAS TY BIG NAS TY'' ring out one more time as the sunset splits, allowing Big Nasty to walk though backwards, his arm raised triumphant as the screen closes before him.

Timmons: Well now the nostalgia kick is out of the way we go straight back to this amazing night, Retaliation still has two amazing matches to come. One will see the new number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship, then we have the main event, a stairway to death match, to see who the winner of the next match will be facing.

Masters: Take a breath

Tim Timmons: "Wait... I'm being told we're being directed to the back. I'm not sure what is going on, but we're about to find out.”

Cameras takes EWA audience members and fans at home to the backstage area of the Colosseum. It appears to be a typical backstage area – nothing out of the ordinary. Various tables of food are set up off in the distance and small collections of people idly stand by, waiting for the next match to begin. Conversation is abound, though no one pays any heed to the camera directed upon them.

William Masters: "Was this just meant to make me jealous? I'd like some of that there food out here. Can someone bring me a plate?”

Tim Timmons: "Wait...”

Disrupting the peaceful demeanor of the scene is a single individual as they barrel through the groups of people like a bullet. The camera follows the person's movement, revealing it to be Buzzsaw's number one fan, Hank! But, he is not the only one running across the backstage. In hot pursuit is Justin Marsham's long time comrade, Steven Slade!

William Masters: "Catch'em Stevie!”

Tim Timmons: "Hank has been hiding out for about a week and trying to avoid being caught by Marsham's little henchmen. Hank was able to escape, but it looks like he won't be escaping much longer. This is exactly what Buzzsaw and the brithers Mayhem hwere looking out for earlier tonight”

Cameras follow Slade as he chases Hank into what appears to be a utility closet. Slade struggles with the door, trying to force it open, but Hank must be holding on for dear life – trying his hardest to prevent Slade from entering. Who knows what scheme Marsham has cooked up for tonight...to make sure he wins the EWA Heavyweight Championship from Buzzsaw. Hank will not allow that to happen!

Tim Timmons: "Slade's fighting with that door! ...now, yea, looks like it spells bad news for Hank. Slade's got that door OPEN!”

Slade barges inside – but the look that overcomes his countenance is not one of relief – but one of terror. Cameras sweep in to catch a sight of what Slade sees. As the camera nears, the sign that informed Slade that the room was a utility closet falls off from the door to reveal it as a locker room. In fact, it is not just a locker room...

...but the locker room of Total Mayhem!

William Masters: "It was a trap! This was all planned!”

Hank stands behind Jakob Mayhem, taunting Slade. With the shake of his head, Slade runs away. Well, he had hoped to run away. Jakob snatches him up quick by the throat.

Jakob Mayhem: "You will not be interfering tonight...or ever again.”

Jakob's words shall ring true as he powers Slade down through a coffee table. Glass shatters and Slade is left a heap, desperately needing medical attention. Hank celebrates in the back ground with Jakob as the camera returns to the broadcast position.

Tim Timmons: "Looks like Marsham's going at it alone tonight.”

William Masters: "Well, that's not fair at all! All of Marsham's planning and we're just going to sit by and watch as Jakob Mayhem obliterates someone who ISN'T EVEN ON THE PAYROLL!?!”

Tim Timmons: "Teaches him not to be back there messing with EWA business, doesn't it?”

William Masters: "No.”

Tim Timmons: "Regardless, we're getting ready for the next bout.

NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS MATCH FOR THE WHC

EL PABLO vs MARCELLUS PAYNE

Fabian: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.....THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL.....AND THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH WILL BE DEEMED THE NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE EWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!


-THE FANS POP THAT BIG TIME.....AND THEN TURN INTO ALL OUT HEAT AS THE LIGHTS DIM AND "WELCOME TO MY HOOD" BY RICK ROSS HITS THE SPEAKERS!-


Fabian: MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING FIRST.....ACCOMPANIED BY HIS MANAGER LEONARD JENKINS.....WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN POUNDS.....THIS IS "BLACK JESUS" MARCELLLUS PAYNE!!!!


-Smoke billows out of the ramp at the entrance....Marcellus Payne wearing his trenchcoat and black surgical mask....but he's not dancing.-


Timmons: Marcellus Payne looks all business right now. Lenoard Jenkins is dancing but Payne is just walking with a purpose.


Masters: Yeah, and that purpose is to beat the goofy off of El Pablo's ass!


Timmons: He certainly tried last week. They both did....but Pablo is one tough sonuvagun. I know from experience.

-Jenkins keeps on dancing with his cane....Marcellus doesn't even acknowledge him or the fans as he slides into the ring and pops up, immediately slipping his jacket off.....the fans are all over the two!-


Fabian: AND HIS OPPONENT......WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY FIVE POUNDS.....FROM TIJUANA ENGLAND......THE FIVE STAR SUPERSTAR, THIS.....IS.......ELLLLLLL PAAAAAABLOOOOOOOO!!!!


-The fans pop and go ape shit as "Hypersonic" by Jane's Addiction hits.....pink and blue lighting swarms the arena until the white spotlights hit the ramp as the drums hit.....AND THEN A HUGE WALL OF PYRO EXPLODES FROM THE STAGE AS THE SONG REALLY PICKS UP.....EL PABLO COMES OUT OF THE BACK WITH CRISTAL....THEY BOTH STOP AND PUMP UP THE CROWD....but Pablo stops to grab at his back and stretch for a moment before shaking it off and charging down to the ring!-


Masters: God I hate this jerkoff. Look at him....sliding into the ring, yay, big deal....oh, here he goes, up on the top turnbuckle again....and that bimbo Cristal too wow.....and.....there are the backflips whoop de do yipee! Did I mention that I hate this yahoo?


Timmons: I think you made that pretty clear. El Pablo feigning exhaustion - no!!! Marcellus Payne is already on him with his fists flying....and there's the bell!!!


Masters: Damnit! Cristal got out of there before Marcellus could clock her!


Timmons: Marcellus Payne not giving El Pablo a chance to finish his routine here, IMMEDIATELY taking it to the former Underground champion....El Pablo can go for damn sure, but....it looks like here that he's having trouble getting started....Payne whips him to the ropes....Pablo on the rebound DUCKS A CLOTHESLINE....EL PABLO LEAPING UP AND BOUNCING BACKWARDS OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE.....OUCH!!!! MARCELLUS PAYNE LEPT UP AS WELL AND DROPKICKED HIM SQUARE IN THE BACK!!!!   


-THE FANS ARE ALL OVER THAT AS EL PABLO SQUIRMS ON THE MAT!!!!-


Masters: That was nasty.


Timmons: Payne pulling El Pablo over and going for the quick cover.....the ref is there....but Pablo kicks out immediately. It's going to take so much more than that to keep El Pablo down.


Masters: Black Jesus....is laying his vengeance down on El Pablo right now! Look at this! BIG TIME right hands on the mat! Pablo is getting punked!!!!


Timmons: El Pablo certainly in trouble here early on. You know I've been to war with this guy, and we know each other better than probably anybody in that ring.....and I know that this isn't enough to keep him down, but it has to be chipping away at him, especially after the beating BOTH of these men took at Shatterpoint.


Masters: Maybe it won't be enough but I'm going to enjoy the shit out of it while it's happening!


Timmons: Pablo covering up....Payne finally standing up now and bringing Pablo up to his feet by the mask....he pulls the five star superstar in....BIG TIME BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!!!   

-The fans are all over Black Jesus!-


Masters: And down goes Marcellus Payne for another cover....he really wants to end this one quick!!!!


Timmons: Not gonna happen, but I know how he feels.....again, the winner of this match becomes the number one contender to the EWA WORLD heavyweight championsion.....ref is there......1................................................................................2........Pablo kicks out!


-The fans roar and applaud!-


Masters: Payne is back to his feet too and grabbing Pablo up by that stupid mask again....RIP IT OFF!!!!!


Timmons: Marcellus Payne whips El Pablo to the corner....Pablo sinking down....Payne turns to face the other way.....spins around quickly.....AND CRUSHES PABLO WITH A LARIAT IN THE CORNER.


Masters: HAH!!!! Pablo just crumbled....and Payne is stomping his guts out in the corner now! This is the best match I have EVER SEEN.


Timmons: Marcellus Payne is taking no prisoners tonight....he's all business, and that's what you have to be when it comes to a title shot! Cristal is pacing on the outside nervously behind Pablo here....


Payne: FUCK OFF!!!!!


-THE FANS HEAT UP AS PAYNE SCREAMS THAT AT CRISTAL....SHE BACKS UP A BIT....MARCELLUS GRABS EL PABLO BY THE HEAD AND DRAGS HIM OVER TO THE BOTTOM ROPE, PLACING HIS THROAT ON IT...-
Masters: THIS JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER AND BETTER!


Timmons: "Black Jesus" has El Pablo's throat across the rope....AND NOW HE'S STEPPING ON HIS BACK....WRENCHING ON THE MIDDLE ROPE AND CHOKING TO ASSIST IN CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF EL PABLO!!!!
-THE FANS HATE IT!!!!-


Masters: Man....El Pablo looks like a dying fish....


Timmons: And look at this....here comes Leonard Jenkins with his....pimp cane? He's waving it around at Cristal who's backing away here....she looks awfully concerned.


Masters: Black Jesus calling on Leonard to toss him the cane....and he does! Payne finally stepping off of El Pablo's back....Pablo's sucking wind....FINISH HIM OFF B J!!!!!


Timmons: BJ....? Marcellus is holding that pimp cane over his shoulder like a baseball bat....he's calling on El Pablo to get up....and he does! The five star superstar is up on one knee....looking up at Black Jesus....MARCELLUS PAYNE....WRENCHES THE PIMP CANE OVER HIS HEAD......


Masters: SWING!!!! SWING IT KNOCK HIS STUPID HEAD OFF!!!!


-Payne swings the cane down....BUT PABLO REACHES UP AND GRABS IT BETWEEN BOTH PALMS JUST INCHES FROM HIS FOREHEAD.....THE FANS POP BIG TIME.....PAYNE GRITS HIS TEETH AND ATTEMPTS TO PULL IT AWAY....PABLO PULLS BACK....AND FINALLY YANKS IT OUT OF MARCELLUS' HANDS!-


Masters: FUCK!!!!!!


Timmons: PABLO HAS THAT CANE....BLACK JESUS HOLDING HIS HANDS OUT....AND THEN SAYS FUCK IT AND CHARGES IN....PABLO DUCKS ANOTHER LARIAT.....PAYNE SPINS....TOO LATE!!!! PABLO DRILLS HIM IN THE GUT WITH THE CANE.....AND THEN SNAPS IT OVER HIS BACK!!!!


Masters: HOLY SHIT!!!!


-The thick pimp cane gives a resounding 'CRACK' as it snaps in two over Marcellus' spine and the fans groan in sympathy....Black Jesus falls to his knees, back arched hands out in pure agony....Pablo tosses the broken cane piece aside and lifts Marcellus up by the chin briefly before laying him back out with a sit-down jawbreaker! The fans LOVE IT!-


Masters: Marcellus.....is in pain.


Timmons: El Pablo is obviously not going to give him a chance to breathe here....Marcellus is flat on his back....Pablo....HE'S SO FAST....BOUNDING OFF THE OPPOSITE ROPES AND DUCKING LOW INTO A SOMMERSAULT.....HE POPS BACK UP INTO THE AIR AND CRASHES DOWN ON PAYNE'S STOMACH WITH HIS OWN BACK....ROLLING THUNDER!!!!


Masters: NOOOOO! EL PABLO.....GOING FOR THE COVER HERE BUT NO LEGS HOOKED....THE REF IS THERE....


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Timmons: I don't know Marcellus Payne that well but it's obvious to me that he's not going to be so easy to put away either.
Masters: He's just catching his breath, man. He'll have this match over with in no time!


Timmons: Pablo pulling Marcellus up now...."Black Jesus" is still in a tremendous amount of pain....AS PABLO TOSSES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONTO THE FLOOR SENDING LEONARD JENKINS SCRAMBLING OUT OF THE WAY!!!!


Masters: Oh come ON....GET UP MARC....HAH....SEE HE'S ALREADY BACK UP!!!!


Timmons: Marcellus Payne slow to rise....El Pablo...OFF LIKE A GUNSHOT AT THE OPPOSITE ROPES....EL PABLO LEAPING THROUGH THE AIR....SUICIDE DIVE SLAMMING BOTH MEN INTO THE BARRICADE OUTSIDE!!!!-


-CAMERA'S FLASH AND THE FANS BLOW UP FOR THAT SPOT....BOTH MEN ARE LAID OUT ON THE FLOOR AND CRUSHED AGAINST THE METAL GATE! The ref is down and checking on both of them....Lenoard Jenkins and Cristal are there too....and now they're shouting at each other!-


Masters: ....Okay that was kinda neat. But I still hate that guy and I hope he has a concussion!


Timmons: Too far.


Masters: I'm just saying!


Timmons: El Pablo is sitting up now....holding a thumb up to the fans....


-THE FANS LOVE IT!-


Masters: Don't forget about Marcellus! He's....sort of up....I mean he's still down but he's laying on his shoulder now....


Timmons: Pablo pushing himself up here.....Cristal there to give him a hand....OH!!!! LENOARD JENKINS JUST SLAMMED INTO CRISTAL FROM BEHIND....SENDING HER STRAIGHT DOWN TO THE FLOOR!!!!


-THE FANS ARE ALL OVER THAT!!!! PABLO LOOKS SHOCKED.....HE TURNS AROUND.....JENKINS STARTS WALKING BACKWARDS REALLY FAST.....AND BEFORE PABLO CAN REACT MARCELLUS POPS UP AND ROCKS HIM IN THE FACE WITH A RIGHT HAND!-


Timmons: Look at this....BLACK JESUS IS BACK UP AND TAKING IT TO EL PABLO AGAIN....CRISTAL IS UP OFF THE FLOOR AND READY TO GO AT JENKINS.....BUT THE REF IS THERE BETWEEN THEM....AND HE'S SENDING BOTH OF THEM TO THE BACK!!!!!


-THE FANS ARE MIXED AT THAT.....THEY START A BRIEF CRISTAL CHANT....-


Masters: HEY THAT IS BS!!!! LEONARD DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!!!


Timmons: This is one of the most important matches on the show....I understand the referee's decision!


-Beefy armstrong is out now, and attempting to get both managers to the back as they continue arguing with each other.-


Timmons: Marcellus still taking it to El Pablo....EL PABLO FIRING BACK....no....MARCELLUS BREAKS IT UP WITH A KNEE TO THE GUT!!!!


Masters: Hey they're coming closer....Marcellus has Pablo by the head now and he's bringing him over to our table....I'm moving!!!


-Masters stands up and yanks his headset off....Timmons just slides back in his chair a bit....BLACK JESUS WITH EL PABLO'S HEAD HOOKED....YANKS PAB'S ARM OVER HIS OWN HEAD AND RIPS HIM OFF THE FLOOR....THROWING HIM FORWARD ON THE ANNOUNCE TABLE IN A FRONT SUPLEX!!!! THE TABLE FLATTENTS OUT AND THE FANS FUCKING ROAR!!!!-


Timmons: ....EL PABLO JUST WENT THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE....MASTERS GET BACK OVER HERE!!!!


-Masters jumps for joy over Pablo's body in the wreckage....Marcellus holds his fists up too and both of them dance a bit in front of the crowd!-


Timmons: What an idiot.


-The ref is down to check on El Pablo....but Marcellus grips him by the back of the shirt and pulls him away....-


Masters: Oh like you didn't enjoy that!!!


Timmons: I've known El Pablo a long time. He was an innovator and helped build up the old CZW X-Divison....I respect the man. And he is hurt.


Masters: YOU LIKED IT. Marcellus is in full control now.....and he's about to wrap this thing up!!!


Timmons: You might be right....Pablo finally up on his feet here by way of Marcellus....who spins him around and grips his shoulders....HERE IT COMES....MARCELLUS PAYNE LOOKING FOR THE BLACKSTABBER....HE LEAPS UP....NO!!!!!


-THE FANS POP AGAIN!!!!-


Masters: WHAT THE FUCK!


Timmons: PABLO....PABLO CAME BACK TO LIFE AND FELT IT COMING....AND WHEN MARCELLUS JUMPED UP PABLO REACHED BACK, GRABBED HIS LEGS AND PULLED HIS LEGS OUT....PABLO DIDN'T LAND ON PAYNE'S KNEES HE LANDED ON HIS MIDSECTION!!!!


-Marcellus kicks his feet and holds his stomach in pain! Pablo stands back up and wobbles and falls almost halfway across the floor before landing against the barricade to hold himself up....the fans around him swarm and hug and slap at his chest as he makes a double peace sign across his chest and then pushes himself off the gate with a crotch chop aimed at Marcellus! The fans roar!-


Masters: I....HATE....THIS....MAN!!!!


Timmons: Marcellus on all fours here....El Pablo looking at him....and then the fans....and then back at Marcellus....pointing between himself and Payne asking the fans for approval....AND THEY'RE GIVING IT TO HIM....PABLO TAKES A RUN JUST AS MARCELLUS POPS UP....AND NAILS THE IDENTITY CRISIS DDT!!!!!


-THE FANS EXPLODE....PABLO POPS BACK UP AND HOLDS A FIST IN THE AIR!!!!-


Masters: ....ON THE CONCRETE?! OH MY GOD....BLACK JESUS MIGHT BE DEAD!!!!


Timmons: PABLO NOT WASTING ANYTIME HERE....HE PULLS PAYNE OFF THE GROUNA AND SHOVES HIS LIMP BODY IN UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE....


Masters: Ugh. No! No no no! Here's the cover....ref is back in the ring....


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-PAYNE KICKS OUT....THE FANS ARE SHOCKED, AND HEAT ALL OVER IT!!!!!-


Masters: HOLY CRAP!!! HA HA HA.


Timmons: Wow....even El Pablo looks shocked here....


-Pablo holds his own head for a moment before stepping through the ropes. On the apron, he grips the top rope and flings himself over....LANDING A SWEET LEGDROP ACROSS MARCELLUS' THROAT BEFORE GOING FOR ANOTHER COVER!-


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-PAYNE KICKS OUT AGAIN!!!! PABLO SLAPS THE MAT IN FRUSTRATION AND ROLLS HIM OVER, STANDING UP AND DRAGGING HIM NEAR THE CORNER....-
Masters: Say what you want about Black Jesus....BUT HE WILL RISE AGAIN!!!!


Timmons: Marcellus Payne certainly has NO quit in him.....but El Pablo is looking to end this thing right now. And if he's going to hit what I think he is.....IT WILL BE!!!!


-Pablo climbs the turnbuckles....THE FANS COME TO THEIR FEET AS HE SIZES MARCELLUS UP....AND THEN FLIES!!!!-


Timmons: THE PABLO SPL-OOOO!!!!


-THE AIR COMES OUT OF THE FANS AS MARCELLUS LIFTS HIS KNEES AND PABLO SMASHES HIS CHEST INTO THEM!!!!-


Masters: NOPE!!!!! LOOK AT THAT....LOOK AT HOW BAD MARCELLUS PAYNE WANTS THIS....I DON'T EVEN THINK HE KNOWS WHAT HE JUST DID!!!!!


Timmons: Pablo crashed and burned HARD....he's rolling around on the mat holding his chest here....and Marcellus Payne is finally pulling himself up on the ropes.....looking at Pablo with a sick smile....I THINK HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT JUST HAPPENED....AND I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!!


Masters: He did get spiked pretty hard out on the floor....aw shit PABLO IS UP ON HIS KNEES....


Timmons: BUT MARCELLUS PAYNE PUTS HIM BACK DOWN WITH A HUGE SHINING WIZARD!!!!!


-THE FANS ARE ALL OVER BLACK JESUS ONCE AGAIN!!!!!-


Masters: HE'S DONE!!!! IT'S OVER WITH.....COVER HIM!!!!


Timmons: Surprisingly Marcellus isn't....he's back out on the floor here looking around....and....and he's found a chair. He's got a steel chair and he's going back in the ring!
Masters: Oh, awesome, yeah. BEAT HIS ASS WITH THAT THING FIRST!!!!


Timmons: Black Jesus looking out at these fans with that smile....Pablo sprawled out on his back....what's he doing?


-Marcellus begins to climb the ropes facing away from El Pablo, chair still in hand....it takes him a moment to balance....BUT HE DOES AND THEN STANDS UP HOLDING THE CHAIR AGAINST HIS CHEST.....AND LEAPS BACKWARD CRASHING DOWN ON EL PABLO IN A MOONSAULT!!!!! THE FANS GASP!!!!!-


Masters: WOW!!!!!


Timmons: WOW IS RIGHT....MY GOD....HE JUST CRUSHED PABLO WITH THAT CHAIR....AND HIMSELF TOO.....MARCELLUS PAYNE IS HURTING....KICKING THE DENTED STEEL AWAY AS HE FLOPS ON TOP OF EL PBALO FOR THE PIN!!!! THIS COULD BE IT!!!!


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-THE FANS POP!!!!-


Timmons: Marcellus taking a moment to catch his breath here....this is a war....but neither man will die!


Masters: Mark my words Timmons....BLACK JESUS HAS THIS ONE IN THE BAG!!!!


Timmons: I'll hold you to that. But he is back up first....Pablo up after....both men moving toward the opposite corner....WAIT A MINUTE EL PABLO IS CHARGING PAYNE IN THE CORNER....PABLO....BACKFLIP KICK!!!!!


Masters: PABLO LOOKING TO HIT THAT STUPID, AWESOME MOVE THE "MOTION SICKNESS"....NO!!!! PAYNE REELING BUT HE POPS BACK UP AND DECKS PABLO TO INTERRUPT.....BLACK JESUS.....LEAPS AND HITS THE SECOND ROPE HERE COMES THE BITCH KICK....BUT PABLO DUCKS IT!!!!


Timmons: PAYNE SPINS AROUND....PABLO JUMPS LOOKING FOR A HEADSCISSORS....BUT PAYNE HOLDS ON TO HIS LEGS AND DROPS DOWN SMASHING PABLO FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT AND THEN ROLLS HIM OVER FOR A PIN!!!!!


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Timmons: PABLO CRUSHES PAYNE'S HEAD BETWEEN HIS LEGS AND BREAKS THE PIN!!!!


Masters: Holy crap....both guys are back up....AND YEAH OKAY I'LL ADMIT IT I DON'T KNOW HOW EITHER ONE OF THEM ARE STILL STANDING LET ALONE FIGHTING BUT THEY ARE AND....THAT'S RESPECTABLE!!!!


Timmons: BOTH MEN TO THEIR FEET....TRADING BLOWS NOW.....THIS ISN'T ABOUT BEING FLASHY....THIS ISN'T ABOUT ENTERTAINMENT....THIS MATCH IS ABOUT ONE THING.....A SHOT AT THE GOLD!!!!


Masters: Pablo....HITTING BACK HARDER IT SEEMS AS PAYNE WOBBLES....HE SCURRIES BACKWARDS ACROSS THE RING AND REBOUNDS.....PABLO LEAPS....MARCELLUS CATCHES HIM!!!! MARCELLUS CATCHES HIM AND THROWS HIM BACK DOWN....KNEE TO THE GUT HE HOOKS PABLO'S HEAD AND WRENCHES HIM UP IN THE AIR SUPER FAST.....AND CRUSHES HIM WITH A FUCKING JERSEY DRIVER!!!!

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Masters: IT IS! Marcellus Payne has just become the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!

Payne looks up from his position still on the mat, he looks over at Pablo and rolls to his back, his head slapping against the mat and staying there.

Timmons: Both men put there all into that match, and it's showing.

Masters: And the winner couldn't have been more appropriate, finally someone put that stupid squirrel in his place

Timmons: El Pablo has a rich history in this business but tonight he just missed out on his opportunity. It just wasn't his night

Masters: And many more

Timmons: You know, i've always wondered the crap you say when I was in the ring, I wish I was still wondering

Masters: Hah, whatever, the correct man won here tonight, and pretty soon we'll be seeing him win the World Heavyweight Championship too

Timmons: Speaking of which these men are being assisted to the back because the ring ropes have to taken down and replaced with barbed wire. This is going to be a hell of a match

Masters: It is indeed, and we can only hope the proper man wins that too.

AC/DC hits over the speakers and the crowd go wild

Timmons: Well it looks like we won't be idly chatting while the ring is getting set up after all

Frankie Manning comes out from the screen doors and looks around the audience as the appaude and cheer

Manning: HOW ARE YOU ALL ENJOYING RETALITION?

The crowd whip up into a frenzy, the cheers blowing the roof off the dome

Manning: Yes, it's going well. I thought i'd come out here and make a few announcements proir to your main event... sound okay?

Another huge cheer in response

Manning (laughing): Good good. Well i'm pleased to announce that I have managed to procure the services of even MORE talent, and ALL will be making their debut here on the next Shatter Point

Applause goes up but Manning talks over it

Manning: Not only that but I feel itchy to make a few matches... so where shall we start? Well I think we'll start with the newly named number one contender.. Marcellus Payne and El Pablo have had a great journey together, and to be honest I don't want to see it end. I still think there's plenty more in them. But lets mix it up a bit. I think your main event next week will be Marcellus Payne... and CHRIS JOHNSON....

A HUGE boo erupts

Manning: Taking on El Pablo.... and ….

A collective breath is held as Manning stops, teasing the audience

Manning: …. CRIMSON BLAZE!!!

Masters: Ah Shit

Timmons: WOW, listen to this reaction, it's almost as loud as a Timmons pop.

Masters: The only time you got a pop was when when your mom sucker punched you as a child

Timmons: Shut up, well it's official for next Shatter Point, the hugely popular team of El Pablo and Crimson Blaze are back for one night, in the main event. Those two might have lost tonight, but we all know as a team they are near to unstoppable

Masters: Please, Marcellus and Johnson beat BOTH those men tonight, and next week there will be no retribution, just more of the same

Timmons: We'll see

Manning waits until the noise dies down before continuing

Manning: A popular decision it seems. Good. Maybe I can make one more, Nick Alexander might have won his guaranteed shot tonight, but the International championship is still without a number one contender. I looked closely tonight at the match and two stood out for me. Those two will battle it out next week to claim the rights to be named number one contender for the International title... and those two are.... CASSADRA AVERY AND RUTHLESS AGGRESSION!

Another cheer erupts at the conclusion of Mannings statement

Timmons: Another amaing match next week pitting two women who are fast on their way to becoming high rollers here in EWA.

Masters: It should be a good match, with lots of bouncing... lots and lots of bouncing

Timmons: You disgust me

Manning: With that said i'm going to take my leave and let us get on with the main event. Ladies and Gentlemen... enjoy the conclusion of Retaliation!

With that The Fans Mans music hits once more as he goes behind the screen. Waving to the crowd as he does

Masters: A few good announcements there

Timmons: Next week should definitely be interesting

Masters: But now it's time for the feud ender... five months in the making... it's time for the Main Event.