SHATTER POINT 5/17/11
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The corridor is empty, this part at least. It's so big you can only just see the contours of the corridor are rounded, following the structure of the building. A door to the right opens slightly and an eye peeks out of it. Satisfied, the door opens fully and J.A Sawyer, looking left and right, steps out and slings his belt over his shoulder, walking confidently down the hall. Suddenly Ezra Mayhem runs up behind him with a referee following closely behind. He grabs Sawyer from behind and the Workingman lets out a yell, in only a few seconds he wriggles free and runs full tilt down the corridor laughing. The camera pans in on Ezra who is looking down at his hands and a substance now dripping from it...
Ezra: oil?... OIL???... Dammit!
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Back in the arena the fans are laughing as the screen fades on Ezras perplexed and angry face
Daniels:Haha, looks like Sawyer came prepared tonight
Masters: I can't believe he has that belt.
Well next tonight we have....
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Jarred is interrupted once again by audio interference followed by the video being cut to a different view. Pitch black is all that can be seen just like last Shatter Point and nothing can be heard. A single light turns on with an audible bang and a cone of light comes off of it. From the light a single wooden chair appears in the center of the cone but only for short intervals as the light swings from left to right plunging the chair into darkness and back to light again.
"These are dark times.”
Just like last week a deep voice begins to speak warped by voice masking software.
"We walk blind through the black, hands out to feel for the safe passage.”
The light continues to swing back and forth with the empty chair in the center still the only thing that can be seen as it swings by.
"Every now and then things change. There’s a guiding light that shows the way. That light has gone out and left us in the dark.”
The light continues to swing and still only and empty chair is seen.
"Those that couldn’t take the dark tried to create a new light. This light insulted the old.”
The voice stops for a few seconds just letting the light swing before speaking again.
"The light has returned. It has returned to right the wrong and to answer the insult that is this new light. It will show you the way. It will show you what hides…………………….”
The light swings by one more time but it is not just an empty chair seen but rather a grown male dressed head to toe in black. On his face he wears the same expressionless white mask seen in the last video. The light passes by and swings back showing that the chair is once again empty.
"In the dark.”
The voice laughs again as the video ends in a blast of static then returns to Jarred and William.
Jarred: "We still have no idea what’s going on with these interruptions but we’re sure to get to the bottom of it.”
William: "I say it’s just some kids with a laptop screwing with us.”
Jarred: "That’s idiotic William what kind of kids would go on a computer and pretend to be wrestlers? That’s just dumb."
William: "Yes you’re right I don’t know what I was thinking. Back to the show.
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ALEXANDER SLATE vs VLAD VALO
Max: Hey, there everyone! I’m BACK! Our next event in our first night in the EWA Colosseum is scheduled for one fall! Or, in other words, it goes until someone can’t go no more, baby! Our first competitor, a dude who trains by wrestling rhinos, hippos, bears, and lions out on the Serengeti plains, a man who I think was once an enemy of the Care Bears, and a man of whom even Dick Cheney is afraid of...he’s tall, he’s massive, he is...Vlad VALOOOOOOOOO!”
The song ‘Dissolve’ by Switchblade Symphony plays and Vlad walks out onto the ramp. He surveys the audience grimly, then lifts both arms over his head, his middle fingers telling the crowd all they need to know about him. He walks straight to the ring, climbs to the apron, steps OVER the top ropes, then spits in the ring before standing near the ropes farthest from the entrance and waits. He stares at the entrance the entire time.
Max: "And his opponent, hailing from Nunya Dam-bizness on the corner of ‘You Suck’ and ‘Bite me’, he is a king amongst peasants, a master amongst rookies, and I’ve heard that he is the one that convince Donald Trump not to run for office "or else”, he’s hot, on the spot, and like it or not, here is The Paragon...Alexander SLAAAAAAAAATE!”
Now we hear ‘Run with the Wolves’ by Prodigy when the lights go out. A spotlight illuminates the top of the ramp where Slate now stands, looking down at the ground in front of him. He visibly takes several deep breaths, then he looks up while opening his previously shut eyes and marches to the ring in step with the music. He also does not bother with the ring steps, sliding up onto the apron and stepping under the top rope. In the ring he looks at the rafters, then eyes the crowd with disdain and malice.
Jarred: "Now this is an interesting match, William. Not only are these two totally different types of grapplers, neither one of them is well liked by the audience. They are both known for doing whatever they need to in order to win. We also must notice the absence of Lydia in Slate’s corner. We’ve noticed her missing before, but after the events of the past week, we know she won’t be back. Do you think that will throw off his game plan?”
Masters: "Why would it? She hasn’t been there in the recent past. It will probably help him. He knows she isn’t there to back him up so he will be at his best. Slate is a professional. He doesn’t need someone to help him.”
Jarred: "Do you have a favorite in this match, William?”
Masters: "I don’t think I can pick one here. I mean, Vlad has shown incredible potential since his return to wrestling and he’s one of my favorite power wrestlers. Slate is an a true all-arounder. He is a great technical wrestler, but he can brawl when he needs to. I can’t pick a favorite here, although I will say that The Paragon has an edge in experience, I think.”
The bell rings and the match begins. At first, neither man moves, then they charge at each other toward the center of the ring. Vlad reaches out but Slate ducks under his arm and slips around, wrapping his arms around Valo’s waist.
Jarred: "Ooh, nice attempt at a basic wrestling takedown, William. He’s trying to get Vlad off his feet early!”
Masters: "Vlad might be a bit too big, and the big man is reaching out and grabbing the top rope for more stability. Slate doesn’t pause, though, breaking the waist lock and driving his forearm into the small of Valo’s back three times and then moving Vlad into a side headlock.”
Slate wrenches the lock in for a moment but Valo makes no sound. After a few seconds, Vlad shoves the smaller man off him and into the rope. Slate bounds off and runs smack into Vlad’s chest with enough force to make The Paragon stumble. Vlad laughs, and Slate responds by running the ropes and hitting with a shoulder, but the monster doesn’t back up a step. Slate hits the ropes again and Vlad positions himself to take the shot, but instead of another shoulderblock, Slate hits a short dropkick to the big man’s knee! NOW Vlad stumbles back into the ropes but Slate moves in after him, nailing Vlad’s leg with several punishing side kicks!
Jarred: "Slate isn’t really known for a Strong style like this! I’m surprised.”
Masters: "Just shows how little you know about the business after all these years, Jarred. Of course he’s going to change his tactics a bit. Slate doesn’t face someone like Valo often, and some of his moves won’t really work on a man that tall or heavy. As long as Vlad has the leverage, he has an advantage. If Slate weakens the leg and knee, he takes some of Valo’s leverage away.”
After a fifth strike to the led, Valo stumbles backward into a corner and Slate is right in after him. Slate takes the weakened leg and drapes it over the middle rope, then places his own leg back readying another kick. Vlad does not wait for the strike to fall, though, bringing his big right hand around and clubbing Slate on the side of the head! He follows with a second and a third punch, and Slate nearly falls, backing away to the center of the ring. Vlad launches himself out of the corner with the mother of all lariats...but Slate ducks and applies a perfect drop toe hold to the running Vlad! The big man falls on his face and Slate is already rising, stomping on his opponent’s weak leg. He lifts the leg up into the air and slams the knee back down, and we hear the first grunt from Vlad indicating pain. Slate smiles and grabs the leg, turning it over to apply a leg lock of some kind. The Transylvanian places his free foot against Alexander’s chest and kicks out.
Jarred: "That kick took Slate right off his feet, spinning him around...HIS NECK FELL ACROSS THE TOP ROPE! Slate is draped across the ropes using them to stay standing, but Vlad is beginning to stand up! The giant is moving towards Slate...grabs the smaller man under his arms...and heaves him across the ring to the other ropes! Alexander hits the mat hard and rolls under the bottom rope. He’s fallen to ringside now. Vlad is taking a moment to massage his leg.”
Masters: "Good idea, but he doesn’t want to take too long. Its too early in the match to think that Slate is totally out of it.”
Vlad Valo crosses the ring and steps back over the top rope, then hops down to the arena floor. Slate is beginning to rise, using the ring to hold on to, but Vlad is there now. He spins Slate around and rams him backward into the corner ring post! Slate growls in pain and anger, which Vlad answers by whipping Slate along the ring and into the ringside barrier! Vlad charges across looking to hit a big boot, but Slate actually tumbles over the barrier to the floor and Vlad ends up crotching himself on the fence! Slate pushes a fan at ringside to the left, backs up, then uses the fan’s chair to go airborne, hitting a flying clothesline that topples Valo back into the ringside area. He helps Vlad to his feet and locks his arms around the big man, attempting a side belly to belly, but Vlad fights it a bit, not allowing the move to finish. Slate steps back and hits with a European uppercut then tries the suplex again, but Vlad continues to fight. Slate looks around with just a hint of frustration, then he gives the big man a double-chop to the throat. Third time is the charm as he heaves Vlad over and hits the belly to belly! Slate, trying to force a second wind, assists Valo to get back in the ring and then reenters himself. He stands down by the big man’s legs and prepares for a boston crab.
Jarred: "Can he get a behemoth like Valo in that move?”
Masters: "We’re not going to find out yet! Slate bent down to pick up Vlad’s legs and Valo reached out his long arm, his fingers around Slate’s throat! Alex’s eyes are wide as Vlad is surging to his feet, and Vlad won’t let go of his grip on The Paragon’s neck! Vlad now with a European Uppercut of his own, rocketing Slate back into the corner...and Valo with a huge clothesline avalanche! Vlad turns Slate around and hits with five...no, six turnbuckle smashes. He’s turning him again...and his hand is on Alexander’s throat once again! He’s choking the smaller man out right in the corner!”
Jarred: "The ref is warning Vlad but I don’t think there are any DQ’s in effect. Vlad shifts Slate to the middle of the ropes and whips him...Spinebuster! Slate is on his back...and Vlad goes for a pin!”
ONE...
TWO...
Masters: "FINGER RAKE! Slate didn’t even attempt a kick out, just ripped his fingertips across Vlad’s eyes! The big man is up on his feet but momentarily blinded while Slate is trying to recover from that brutal onslaught we just witnessed.”
Vlad shakes off the discomfort and moves to attack...
Jarred: "Slate hits an Olympic Slam!!! So fast I almost didn’t see it! Now he goes for the pin!
ONE...
TWO...
Jarred: "VLAD grabs a handful of Slate’s hair and pulls the man off! Those long, powerful arms coming to the rescue again! Slate is on him, though, grabbing that same leg he worked before and twisting it with a spinning toe hold! Wow, that is an old move you don’t see much, but it is really putting some pressure on that knee! After a third twist, Slate tucks the leg under his arm, drops onto his butt, wraps his legs around Vlad’s wounded extremity, and pulls! The big man is definitely feeling the pain now, although he still has hardly made any noise! How can he stand it?”
Masters: "Now what is Vlad doing? He’s sitting up, which takes a tremendous amount of strength and resilience. He’s rolling just a bit onto his left side...and driving his right boot right into Slate’s shoulder! That’s brilliant! After the third kick Slate has to let go or Vlad will just keep nailing that shoulder! Slate and Vlad are both rising to their feet. Vlad charges, going for a forearm I think, But SLATE PULLS DOWN THE TOP ROPE! VLAD FALLS TO THE ARENA FLOOR! THIS IS INCREDIBLE!”
Slate rolls out of the ring after Vlad and stomps on his head twice. He begins to bring Valo to his feet for a move, but Vlad returns the earlier favor with a more blatant forearm to Slate’s tender bits! Slate stumbles away in shock and pain as the big man slowly rises, like a killer from a slasher flick. Slate is on hands and knees, crawling...
Masters: "He’s crawling to our table! What is he doing?”
Jarred: "Vlad is right here, grabbing two fist fulls of The Paragon’s hair! He’s turning him around...”
Masters: "HEY! (Followed by several sounds of a microphone being mishandled)”
As Vlad turns Slate around, Slate takes hold of William Masters’ mic and drives it into the side of Vlad’s head! Vlad backs up a step, and Slate lifts the extra computer monitor (there for guest commentators) and smashes the flat screen over the big man’s head! Valo is still on his feet, and Slate cannot believe it! Vlad moves away and crawl’s back into the ring while Slate is livid! Alexander grabs a folding chair and tosses it into the ring. He looks under the ring...
Jarred: "He’s found the ring tools, William! The crew uses them to erect and then tear down the ring. I didn’t realize they left them in a tool box right there!”
Masters: "Neither did I, but Slate is dumping the tools. Now he’s tossing a wrench and a crowbar into the ring! But what is Vlad doing?”
Jarred: "He’s ripping the tape from the turnbuckle, I think he’s trying to expose the turnbuckle bolt! No, he’s stopped. He’s crossing the ring...”
Slate has a chisel or something similar in his hand as he stands up at ringside...and Vlad, dropping to one knee and reaching out between the top and middle rope, wraps a length of corner tape around Slate’s neck! Alexander is taken off guard as Vlad nearly pulls him off his feet and against the ropes. The technician coughs, saliva drooling from his lips when pure luck enters the match: the tape rips in two pieces, freeing the man.
Jarred: "I can’t believe how lucky he is, William! I don’t think Vlad would have stopped!”
William: "Oh these men are ruthless, Jarred! And Slate just rammed the handle of that tool into Vlad’s face! It looks like Vlad’s lip is split and he’s bleeding!”
Slate is climbing back up into the ring but Vlad meets him there...Vlad lifts Slate up over the top rope...RUNNING POWERSLAM! And the cover...
ONE...
TWO...
Jarred: "And Slate again with a patently illegal move, grinding his knuckle into Vlad’s ear!”
William: "This is almost becoming a contest to see who can out-cheat who! Although is really isn’t cheating with the no-DQ rule in effect.”
Vlad stands and pulls Slate to his feet. Vlad gets behind Alexander and lifts his arm up...
Jarred: "TERMINAL SLEEP! Slate won’t be able to get up from this submission!”
William: "Wait! Slate grabbed Vlad as he moved in...and HIT WITH A STUNNER! And HE covers!”
ONE...
TWO....
Masters: "VLAD IS BITING SLATE! BITING HIM RIGHT ON THE FACE!”
Jarred: "Now Slate’s nose is bleeding as he rolls away from the giant! I know Vlad is from Transylvania, but that was really ridiculous.”
Masters: "So is that mat you call hair, Jarred, but right now we have no time for that! They are both on their feet and Slate is moving in...”
Jarred: "He’s trying his Peace of Mind, the inverted backbreaker! He’s trying, but Vlad is just too big! Vlad resists then breaks the hold, shoving Slate into the ropes...and Vlad applies a sleeperhold! Slate is in trouble here, he...”
Masters: "Slate is taking Vlad by surprise, suddenly moving to the nearest corner. He’s walking
up the turnbuckles...and SENDS HIMSELF OVER THE TOP ROPE! SLATE FALLS TO RINGSIDE WHILE DROPPING VLAD’S NECK OVER THE ROPES!”
Masters is starting to get a little hoarse. Slate is already standing but it looks like he might have damaged his own leg in the plummet. He rolls back into the ring and moves in on Vlad...
Jarred: "He’s going for the Crossface Chickenwing! If he locks it on...”
Masters: "Vlad counters...and hits the Impaler DDT! Slate is down, Slate is down!”
Jarred: "Vlad isn’t done, though. He wants Slate to stay down. He’s going over to the corner and...and he is standing on the top rope, flipping the audience off before...HE’S GOING FOR A MOONSAULT!”
Masters: "BUT HE DOESN’T SEE SLATE, WHO GRABBED THE STEEL CHAIR AND PLACED IT ON HIS OWN CHEST! VLAD HITS THE MOONSAULT!”
Valo hits all right, but bounces up onto his knees in agony. Slate is curled up in a ball now, too, his abdomen crunched. Vlad slumps down next to Slate...
...who rolls over and drapes an arm across Vlad’s neck...
ONE....
TWO...
THREEEEEEEE!
DING DING DING!
Max, at ringside: "And your winner, and damned if I’ve ever seen anything like that...The Paragon Alexander Slate!”
Jarred: "Well, I’m almost speechless here, William. Slate is the number one contender for the International Championship and this was a tremendous victory, but Vlad almost killed himself out here tonight as well. I think we’ll see a lot of great things from both of them. The champions in EWA certainly have something to worry about.”
Masters: "I need a drink after that. A big one.”
Slate, victorious, walks up the ramp while the screen opens, allowing him to go backstage.
Daniels: Vlad Valo back to his feet here, he really did put on a great show, but there's a reason that Slate is the number one contender for Bucks International title. EWA has been tearing the Colosseum up tonight, listen to these fans! I got to tell you William, I’m loving the new location!”
William: "Bloody right! The I feel like we’ve gone back in time to the years of the Roman empire and brought a piece of it back to modern time!”
Daniels: "And these gladiators have been combating all night, and I know-”
"People say…….that god is dead…….but how can they think that……if I show them the Devil?”
William: "Things just got interesting!”
The quote from the The Exorcism of Emily Rose blasts through the speakers, but what follows was not the usual song "Burden” by The Ascendicate, but rather the guitars from twenty-five seconds into an instrumental cover of "The Sound of Truth” by As I Lay Dying, the lights in the Colosseum going wild in white and blood red flashes. As the body of the song begins, the three screens on the stage blast to life with a video of Ryan’s signature logo and clips of his devastating style, the screen turned door opens letting out a thick cloud of smoke, lights on the inside in a strobe pattern. Out from it enters Ryan Shane followed in tow by his personal assistant, Ms. Fontaine. Ryan wears Black, gray and red camo cargo shorts and a Ryan Shane t-shirt. His eyes are blackened by mascara, Ms.Fontaine dressed in a purple thigh-length dress. The doors behind them close again as Ryan stops in the center of the entrance ramp, looking to both sides at the fans up around him, as well as standing on both sides of the ramp then continues to the ring, holding the ropes open for Ms.Fontaine to enter first, then leaping over the top rope into the ring. He storms to the turnbuckle, climbing it and throwing his forearms into an X before jumping back down, taking a mic, and waiting until his music dies.
Ryan: "I’m not going to waste your time and more importantly, mine. Last Shatter Point there was an attack on Ryan Shane by someone not even close to my level, some dark Neanderthal clutching at straws, trying to make a name at my expense…..and thinking I would do nothing about it.”
Ryan marches in the ring, eyes locked on the Valo. Valo, now upright and with his arrogant royal expression back on his face looks on with destain at the commoner
Ryan: "Who the hell do you think you are, huh? ”
Vlad snatches the mic from him, looking down on the much shorter Shane.
Vlad: "I believe I am of royal blood and will be treated as such. You should be honored that a common street dweller like yourself could look upon me. I saw how weak and pathetic you looked in your match last week, quite the sight actually. Here sits the great Ryan Shane, bloodied and broken. You look like, haha, you needed some help. I interjected myself, making sure the one thing you love in your life, the spoils of battle, the honor of victory…..became mine! I am now your better! I am you king! ”
Ryan rips the mic back.
Ryan: "I don’t give a fuck who you are! Don’t dare think I need your help, I don’t need you or anyone! I had that victory in my grasp and you take all glory from me! You broke rule one around here: don’t FUCK with Ryan Shane! What’s stopping me from spiking you in your pompous skull?”
And in a repeat, Vlad now takes back the mic, this time with much more force than before.
Vlad: "Your idle threats don’t scare me. I’ve been through more war than you can imagine.”
Ryan’s eyes grow wider with anger as he takes a step closer, leaning toward the mic.
Ryan: "Well, Count Fagula, you just started another war against an army you can’t comprehend!”
He reaches up with both hands and grabs his collar, pulling Vlad closer with surprising strength for the smaller of the two.
Ryan: "STRAIGHT……..FUCKING……EDGE!”
After his last word, Ryan throws a hard kick right between the legs, sending Valo to his knees in pain, followed by a vicious Yakuza kick. Ms.fontaine cringes in the corner, trying to avert her gaze from the assault, not knowing what exactly was happening. Ryan calls over to her, proclaiming that it was time to go. Cassidy exits the ring first, soon followed by Ryan……almost. Ryan stops half-way through his exit, his blank stare slowly turning to an empty chair next to the time keeper. He bolts out of the ring, grabbing the chair and shoving the time keeper, taking his chair two, and throwing them both into the ring. He slides in and sets one chair up in front of the corner.
Daniels: "Wait……WAIT, NO! WE’VE SEEN THIS BEFORE! NOT THE FALLOUT! STOP RYAN!”
William: "Crush his bloody skull Ryan!”
Ryan pushes Vlad’s head through the back of the chair, taking the second one and climbing to the middle rope.He grips the chair in both hands and looks up, closing his eyes and taking a breath before letting out a roar and pulling the chair up, bringing it down half-way and pausing, his stare once again connecting to his target. He lets go of the chair with one hand and climbing up one more rope to the top, yelling again as he brings his chair back and jumps off, smacking it onto Vlad’s head with a sickening thud. Ryan throws the chair as the instrumental of "The Sound of Truth” plays again, Ryan sliding out of the ring and storming up the ramp, Ms.Fontaine following tenderly behind him as the EMTs rush by, the camera fading to black on Vlad’s motionless body, blood trickling from his forehead.
Daniels: What a statement from Shane, looks like Valo definetly got to Shane, and this looks to be the start of a stormy relationship between those two
Masters: Vlad has been beaten by both men he attacked last week now. But in a strange twist it's RYAN that has taken it more to heart than Slate, but i suppose Slate has enough on his plate.
Daniels: I definetly can't wait to see Valo's response to that attack
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Still running Sawyer runs through a door into what turns out to be the communal room for all the talent. He leans heavily on the door, breathing hard and turns... to find Massivs Impact and Tubbs sitting on a plush red sofa and a referee in the far corner reading a book with a doughnut half to his mouth, rasberry jam dripping onto his shirt as he freezes, looking first art Massive Impact and then at Sawyer.
Sawyer: H...hey, guys
Hindenburg and Skyscraper stand from the sofa and nod at the ref, who jumps into action. They two goliaths make towards the working man, cracking their knuckles, just as they reach him Sawyer yells out holding the Underground belt up as a sheild
Sawyer: WAIT.. Stop... i.... i need to use the bathroom
Sawyer points quickly to a door within the communal room with a stick man on it
Sawyer: You can take me on if you want, but do you really want me to have an ''accident'' whie you're trying to pin me?
Massive Impact look at each other, a troubled look in their eye as they have an internal conflict
Tubbs: Fine... go, but my boys will be waiting when you get out
Sawyer flashes a smile and walks into the bathroom. After a few moments and an awkward silence as they wait outside the door Tubbs yells out
Tubbs: Sawyer.... Sawyer, you can't avoid us forever, get out here... Sawyer
No response is forthcoming and Tubbs finally nods to his team, they move towards the door and one double big boot later the door is hanging from the hinges
Tubbs: Dammit!
Back in the arena the screen shows Massive Impact move away to reveal a ceiling panel missing and a working boot shaped footprint on top of the flush. Bursts of laughter break out across the arena.
Daniels: If nothing else Sawyer is an entertaining champion
Masters: Okay, that was actually pretty funny, but i still don't like him
Daniels: Well we still have to press on with the night we just saw the number one contender for the International title in one on one action, now it's time for the champ himself.
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BUCK EVANS vs JUN YAO
Bouncing around the ring like a ballerina high on crack, Fabian stops dead center of the ring and grins like he has a wedgie that feels real good.
"Ladies and Gentlemen its time … … time for the man with the bad attitude to face the oriental wrecking machine …. Introducing first from Seoul South Korea via Brooklyn New York , the one … … the only … … Juuuunnnnn Yaaaaoooooooo!!!”
Big Bang – Go hits and the crowd starts showing their overall approval for this one.
Daniels: Jun Tao, this is a young star on the rise.
Masters: More like a shooting star, look at the way he acts in the ring, bouncing around.
Daniels: That is Fabian the ring announcer, Jun hasn’t gotten there yet. He is still slapping hands with the fans.
Finally entering the ring, Jun goes to all four corners and points at the fans, a smile on his face.
"And his opponent the man who is from Texas, but wont stomp a mud hole and walk it dry, he aint from Borger, and wont be a hangman … … he is the reigning International Champ … … the man with enough bad attitude for three men …. …. The muther bucker himself … …. BUUUCCKKKKKK EVVVVAAAANNNNNSS!!!!!!!”
Nickel sized Hail hits and the crowds erupts in a chorus of boo’s. Some on their feet and some not. A few women, with their teeth out wanting to kiss the champ, stand just out of reach. Green Flashing lights go off as the double screen doors open and he steps through. His usual attire of jeans, t-shirt and boots complimented by the title draped over his shoulder. Buck ignoring them as he walks slowly and on his own pace to the ring.
Daniels: Buck hasn’t made any friends around here with his new attitude.
Masters: New? What’s new about it? He has always been like this, but no one bothered to notice. It suits him well.
Daniels: I don’t think so. Someone is going to make him pay.
Masters: Jun Jun Binks wont. Buck is going to beat him down and then go home to dinner so fast his beer won’t stop foaming before he sits down.
Buck enters the ring and hands the title to the ref, waving to the bell keeper, its rung and the match is on.
Buck turns to the ring and is immediately met with a flying forearm that staggers him back. Jun taking the offense, hits with rapid fire kicks to his legs then mid section. Buck rocking and reeling on the ropes. The ref starts to break them up off the ropes when Jun leaps and hits a standing drop kick that sends Buck over the top rope to the floor. Hitting the floor on his feet, Jun grabs the top rope and vaults over hitting a cross body that takes them both to the floor. The crowd roaring as Jun scrambles back into the ring as Buck gets to his knees very quickly.
Daniels: Jun taking it to the bigger man. This could go badly for him if he lets Buck get his hands on him.
Masters: Wow you go to some kind of announcer’s school to state the obvious? All Jun has done so far is piss Buck off.
Jun pacing around the ring as Buck slowly gets back in, both mean circling around each other. Buck goes for an elbow and collar tie up, Jun ducking under and landing a hard kick to the thing of Evans, then another to the midsection.
Daniels: That was a mistake.
Masters: Someone bring Captain obvious a balloon.
Buck catches the leg and pulls him close wrapping his arms around Jun’s chest, a snap belly to belly suplex puts the speedster on his keester as Buck slowly steps behind him. Reaching down, he pulls Jun back to his feet by his hair and holds him while looking at the crowd. Cocking the big right hand, he blasts Jun and sends him back down to the mat. Not missing a beat, he sets up for a knee to Jun’s head. Missing as he it’s the mat as Jun moves at the last second.
Masters: GO on Mister over statement of the obvious tell the people how Buck missed that knee drop.
Daniels: Don’t have to, you just did.
Jun taking the opening uses his speed to advantage, kicking Buck in the head to put him down, and then stomping on the knee of the champ. Using his own knee to pin the thigh down, he twists the lower leg of Buck and the champ is in pain.
Daniels: Smart strategy, keep him down and strength and size don’t mean anything.
Masters: Means everything if you aren’t big enough to keep him down.
Buck slaps the mat and yells in pain, the crowd mocking him, slowly twisting to get to the ropes using them to get his other leg under him, he tries to grab Jun. Holding the champs leg, he pulls hard and the big man hits the mat on his back and once more Jun twists the knee. The wily champ uses his other leg and kicks at Jun as he pulls his trapped leg in, sending Jun flying back and away. Buck getting to his knees plays possum as Jun comes back in with another kick. This time Buck ducks and lurches forward driving his shoulder into the support leg of Jun. Both men down on the mat.
Daniels: Buck using his size to advantage.
Masters: Wasn’t his size, just his shoulder. Let’s see speedy Gonzalez fly around the ring on one leg.
Daniels: Adrenaline will kick in and Jun will still be hoping faster than Buck.
Masters: He would look like a pogo stick on uppers then.
Daniels: Where do you come up with those ideas?
Masters: Your Momma.
Both use ropes to pull up and with them both limping, slowly start to circle each other as they each try to fake the other into a move. Jun lunges as Buck tries to grab him, dropping down, he slides through the legs of the champ and to his feet behind him. With a kick to the back of the knee, Buck hits on his sore knee as Jun leaps over Buck and catches his head, snapping him face first into the mat. Jun rolling through and to his feet, arms raised as the crowd roars in approval.
Daniels: Pay attention Jun. He is making a rookie mistake.
Masters: Yeah and Buck is taking a champions advantage of the mistake.
True enough, Buck got to his feet and delivered a hard forearm that sent Jun to the ropes and backwards towards him. Wrapping his arms around him, he tossed Jun over his head in a belly to back suplex, following him and dropping a hard elbow to the midsection. Getting to his feet with a satisfied smile on his face as Jun rolled on the mat holding his midsection. Reaching down, pulling Jun to his feet, Buck whips him into the ropes and hitting him with a hard clothesline that nearly turns Jun inside out.
Daniels: Power move on Jun and now Buck is firmly in control.
Masters: He should go on and pin him and get this over with. I’m bored.
Pausing to look around the arena, Buck turns back to Jun, pulling him up and throwing him to the corner with force. Lining him up to be crushed in the corner. Jun slumping down, Buck charges and can’t stop as Jun leaps up catching Buck by surprise. Legs under Bucks arms Jun is twisting over the ropes and locks in the tarantula. Buck struggling as he does.
Daniels: A shout out to another oriental performer.
Masters: They all do the same thing.
Jun lets go and climbs the turnbuckle as Buck staggers to his feet. Leaping off he nails a flying dropkick. Buck landing hard on the mat and managing to roll out of the ring. Jun looking for him finally finds him and leans through the ropes to pull him back in, Buck taking the low road and punching Jun in the face sending him back. Climbing back in, he pauses long enough to let out a yell as he grabbed Jun by the hair, raising him to his feet, he locks both hands around the throat of Jun and sets …..
Masters: what the hell? Did I just see that?
Daniels: Tajiri is in the building!!
Jun struggles and spits a purple mist in the eyes of Buck, Letting go and rubbing at his eyes, he doesn’t see Jun coming from the top turnbuckle and hitting a spinning head scissors takedown. Buck landing hard and Jun wasting no time, leaps to the ropes and comes flying off with a midrope moonsault. Nailing Buck and holding it for the cover. The ref moves in.
1
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2
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Kickout!!1
Buck throws Jun off and rolls over to his stomach, his eyes still smarting from the mist.
Daniels: Thought that was it for a minute.
Masters: I’m surprised there hasn’t been a pin already with Buck winning.
Jun wasting no time, he drops a leg across the back of the head of Buck. The impact causing Buck’s own hands into his eyes. Taking the chance Jun lines him up and locks in sleeper hold, Buck fighting it rolls over and pins Jun under him and the ref moves in.
1
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2
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NO!!
Jun rolls and gets his shoulder up in time, Buck still trying to pry the arms away from his neck, thrashes and Jun takes the chance. Locking him up with his legs, the sleeper moves to a choke.
Daniels: Jun has that straight jacket choke he uses cinched in.
Masters: Yeah but Buck is gonna get out of it. Isn’t he?
The ref watches unsure what to do and decides to check the arm of the champ.
Raises it and watches it drop.
The crowd counting.
1
Raises it again.
It drops.
The crowd counts.
2
Daniels: If he lets the arm go one more time then the match is over.
Masters: Buck is just resting, no way he is gonna let this … this nothing beat him. COME ON BUCK!!!
The ref raises the arm and lets it go.
It drops
The crowd counts
3!!!!
Signaling for the bell, the ref raises the panting Jun’s arm in victory.
Daniels: He has done it. Jun has finally beaten the Champ.
Masters: I demand a recount.
Daniels: Recount? Really? He was choked out, the ref had no choice.
Masters: I think the ref got that mist in his eyes too.
Daniels: This is gonna make a madman even madder.
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Daniels: I can't believe that Buck got choked out there, but it was a well deserved win for Jun Yao, showing once more why he has been a dominant force here in EWA. Wait, i'm getting word something's happening back stage
The screens in the arena flicker and show a black screen. At first it looks like the feed isn't working but small movements in the light show that it's actually an incredibly dark room, moments go by with nothing happening until overhead a low hum is heard and florecent lights spark into life. Mike King is seen looking around what is clearly a storage room, a referee is tagging along behind while he looks into cardboard boxes and as yet unused lockers. A small noise gets his attention, it sounds like a snicker coming from the corner. Mike picks up a chair that was folded, leaning against the wall and slowly creeps up on where the noise was coming from. The camera follows and behind some boxes a denim shirt and yellow hard hat can be seen on Sawyer, cowering in the corner. Mike brings the chair high overhead and just as he's about to strike Sawyer looks up and says
Sawyer: Okay... you got m... WOW!
King: Wha?... who the hell are you?
Fake Sawyer: Stagehand, a guy gave me fifty bucks to put on this shirt and hat and hide until i was found... he never said anything about a chair though... are you going to hurt me?
King, the chair still in place looks down at the young and now scared man
King: Dammit
the camera pans out as King brings the chair high overhead and swings down, cutting to black as a blood curtling scream rings out
Daniels: Poor guy
Masters: That was all Sawyers fault
Daniels: Yeah, he made King do that. Sure.
Daniels shakes his head as something flashes on screen
I'm getting word now that the next match is ready to get underway. Let's go to the stage and our fancy new screen slash entrance doors.
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The corridor is empty, this part at least. It's so big you can only just see the contours of the corridor are rounded, following the structure of the building. A door to the right opens slightly and an eye peeks out of it. Satisfied, the door opens fully and J.A Sawyer, looking left and right, steps out and slings his belt over his shoulder, walking confidently down the hall. Suddenly Ezra Mayhem runs up behind him with a referee following closely behind. He grabs Sawyer from behind and the Workingman lets out a yell, in only a few seconds he wriggles free and runs full tilt down the corridor laughing. The camera pans in on Ezra who is looking down at his hands and a substance now dripping from it...
Ezra: oil?... OIL???... Dammit!
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Back in the arena the fans are laughing as the screen fades on Ezras perplexed and angry face
Daniels:Haha, looks like Sawyer came prepared tonight
Masters: I can't believe he has that belt.
Well next tonight we have....
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Jarred is interrupted once again by audio interference followed by the video being cut to a different view. Pitch black is all that can be seen just like last Shatter Point and nothing can be heard. A single light turns on with an audible bang and a cone of light comes off of it. From the light a single wooden chair appears in the center of the cone but only for short intervals as the light swings from left to right plunging the chair into darkness and back to light again.
"These are dark times.”
Just like last week a deep voice begins to speak warped by voice masking software.
"We walk blind through the black, hands out to feel for the safe passage.”
The light continues to swing back and forth with the empty chair in the center still the only thing that can be seen as it swings by.
"Every now and then things change. There’s a guiding light that shows the way. That light has gone out and left us in the dark.”
The light continues to swing and still only and empty chair is seen.
"Those that couldn’t take the dark tried to create a new light. This light insulted the old.”
The voice stops for a few seconds just letting the light swing before speaking again.
"The light has returned. It has returned to right the wrong and to answer the insult that is this new light. It will show you the way. It will show you what hides…………………….”
The light swings by one more time but it is not just an empty chair seen but rather a grown male dressed head to toe in black. On his face he wears the same expressionless white mask seen in the last video. The light passes by and swings back showing that the chair is once again empty.
"In the dark.”
The voice laughs again as the video ends in a blast of static then returns to Jarred and William.
Jarred: "We still have no idea what’s going on with these interruptions but we’re sure to get to the bottom of it.”
William: "I say it’s just some kids with a laptop screwing with us.”
Jarred: "That’s idiotic William what kind of kids would go on a computer and pretend to be wrestlers? That’s just dumb."
William: "Yes you’re right I don’t know what I was thinking. Back to the show.
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ALEXANDER SLATE vs VLAD VALO
Max: Hey, there everyone! I’m BACK! Our next event in our first night in the EWA Colosseum is scheduled for one fall! Or, in other words, it goes until someone can’t go no more, baby! Our first competitor, a dude who trains by wrestling rhinos, hippos, bears, and lions out on the Serengeti plains, a man who I think was once an enemy of the Care Bears, and a man of whom even Dick Cheney is afraid of...he’s tall, he’s massive, he is...Vlad VALOOOOOOOOO!”
The song ‘Dissolve’ by Switchblade Symphony plays and Vlad walks out onto the ramp. He surveys the audience grimly, then lifts both arms over his head, his middle fingers telling the crowd all they need to know about him. He walks straight to the ring, climbs to the apron, steps OVER the top ropes, then spits in the ring before standing near the ropes farthest from the entrance and waits. He stares at the entrance the entire time.
Max: "And his opponent, hailing from Nunya Dam-bizness on the corner of ‘You Suck’ and ‘Bite me’, he is a king amongst peasants, a master amongst rookies, and I’ve heard that he is the one that convince Donald Trump not to run for office "or else”, he’s hot, on the spot, and like it or not, here is The Paragon...Alexander SLAAAAAAAAATE!”
Now we hear ‘Run with the Wolves’ by Prodigy when the lights go out. A spotlight illuminates the top of the ramp where Slate now stands, looking down at the ground in front of him. He visibly takes several deep breaths, then he looks up while opening his previously shut eyes and marches to the ring in step with the music. He also does not bother with the ring steps, sliding up onto the apron and stepping under the top rope. In the ring he looks at the rafters, then eyes the crowd with disdain and malice.
Jarred: "Now this is an interesting match, William. Not only are these two totally different types of grapplers, neither one of them is well liked by the audience. They are both known for doing whatever they need to in order to win. We also must notice the absence of Lydia in Slate’s corner. We’ve noticed her missing before, but after the events of the past week, we know she won’t be back. Do you think that will throw off his game plan?”
Masters: "Why would it? She hasn’t been there in the recent past. It will probably help him. He knows she isn’t there to back him up so he will be at his best. Slate is a professional. He doesn’t need someone to help him.”
Jarred: "Do you have a favorite in this match, William?”
Masters: "I don’t think I can pick one here. I mean, Vlad has shown incredible potential since his return to wrestling and he’s one of my favorite power wrestlers. Slate is an a true all-arounder. He is a great technical wrestler, but he can brawl when he needs to. I can’t pick a favorite here, although I will say that The Paragon has an edge in experience, I think.”
The bell rings and the match begins. At first, neither man moves, then they charge at each other toward the center of the ring. Vlad reaches out but Slate ducks under his arm and slips around, wrapping his arms around Valo’s waist.
Jarred: "Ooh, nice attempt at a basic wrestling takedown, William. He’s trying to get Vlad off his feet early!”
Masters: "Vlad might be a bit too big, and the big man is reaching out and grabbing the top rope for more stability. Slate doesn’t pause, though, breaking the waist lock and driving his forearm into the small of Valo’s back three times and then moving Vlad into a side headlock.”
Slate wrenches the lock in for a moment but Valo makes no sound. After a few seconds, Vlad shoves the smaller man off him and into the rope. Slate bounds off and runs smack into Vlad’s chest with enough force to make The Paragon stumble. Vlad laughs, and Slate responds by running the ropes and hitting with a shoulder, but the monster doesn’t back up a step. Slate hits the ropes again and Vlad positions himself to take the shot, but instead of another shoulderblock, Slate hits a short dropkick to the big man’s knee! NOW Vlad stumbles back into the ropes but Slate moves in after him, nailing Vlad’s leg with several punishing side kicks!
Jarred: "Slate isn’t really known for a Strong style like this! I’m surprised.”
Masters: "Just shows how little you know about the business after all these years, Jarred. Of course he’s going to change his tactics a bit. Slate doesn’t face someone like Valo often, and some of his moves won’t really work on a man that tall or heavy. As long as Vlad has the leverage, he has an advantage. If Slate weakens the leg and knee, he takes some of Valo’s leverage away.”
After a fifth strike to the led, Valo stumbles backward into a corner and Slate is right in after him. Slate takes the weakened leg and drapes it over the middle rope, then places his own leg back readying another kick. Vlad does not wait for the strike to fall, though, bringing his big right hand around and clubbing Slate on the side of the head! He follows with a second and a third punch, and Slate nearly falls, backing away to the center of the ring. Vlad launches himself out of the corner with the mother of all lariats...but Slate ducks and applies a perfect drop toe hold to the running Vlad! The big man falls on his face and Slate is already rising, stomping on his opponent’s weak leg. He lifts the leg up into the air and slams the knee back down, and we hear the first grunt from Vlad indicating pain. Slate smiles and grabs the leg, turning it over to apply a leg lock of some kind. The Transylvanian places his free foot against Alexander’s chest and kicks out.
Jarred: "That kick took Slate right off his feet, spinning him around...HIS NECK FELL ACROSS THE TOP ROPE! Slate is draped across the ropes using them to stay standing, but Vlad is beginning to stand up! The giant is moving towards Slate...grabs the smaller man under his arms...and heaves him across the ring to the other ropes! Alexander hits the mat hard and rolls under the bottom rope. He’s fallen to ringside now. Vlad is taking a moment to massage his leg.”
Masters: "Good idea, but he doesn’t want to take too long. Its too early in the match to think that Slate is totally out of it.”
Vlad Valo crosses the ring and steps back over the top rope, then hops down to the arena floor. Slate is beginning to rise, using the ring to hold on to, but Vlad is there now. He spins Slate around and rams him backward into the corner ring post! Slate growls in pain and anger, which Vlad answers by whipping Slate along the ring and into the ringside barrier! Vlad charges across looking to hit a big boot, but Slate actually tumbles over the barrier to the floor and Vlad ends up crotching himself on the fence! Slate pushes a fan at ringside to the left, backs up, then uses the fan’s chair to go airborne, hitting a flying clothesline that topples Valo back into the ringside area. He helps Vlad to his feet and locks his arms around the big man, attempting a side belly to belly, but Vlad fights it a bit, not allowing the move to finish. Slate steps back and hits with a European uppercut then tries the suplex again, but Vlad continues to fight. Slate looks around with just a hint of frustration, then he gives the big man a double-chop to the throat. Third time is the charm as he heaves Vlad over and hits the belly to belly! Slate, trying to force a second wind, assists Valo to get back in the ring and then reenters himself. He stands down by the big man’s legs and prepares for a boston crab.
Jarred: "Can he get a behemoth like Valo in that move?”
Masters: "We’re not going to find out yet! Slate bent down to pick up Vlad’s legs and Valo reached out his long arm, his fingers around Slate’s throat! Alex’s eyes are wide as Vlad is surging to his feet, and Vlad won’t let go of his grip on The Paragon’s neck! Vlad now with a European Uppercut of his own, rocketing Slate back into the corner...and Valo with a huge clothesline avalanche! Vlad turns Slate around and hits with five...no, six turnbuckle smashes. He’s turning him again...and his hand is on Alexander’s throat once again! He’s choking the smaller man out right in the corner!”
Jarred: "The ref is warning Vlad but I don’t think there are any DQ’s in effect. Vlad shifts Slate to the middle of the ropes and whips him...Spinebuster! Slate is on his back...and Vlad goes for a pin!”
ONE...
TWO...
Masters: "FINGER RAKE! Slate didn’t even attempt a kick out, just ripped his fingertips across Vlad’s eyes! The big man is up on his feet but momentarily blinded while Slate is trying to recover from that brutal onslaught we just witnessed.”
Vlad shakes off the discomfort and moves to attack...
Jarred: "Slate hits an Olympic Slam!!! So fast I almost didn’t see it! Now he goes for the pin!
ONE...
TWO...
Jarred: "VLAD grabs a handful of Slate’s hair and pulls the man off! Those long, powerful arms coming to the rescue again! Slate is on him, though, grabbing that same leg he worked before and twisting it with a spinning toe hold! Wow, that is an old move you don’t see much, but it is really putting some pressure on that knee! After a third twist, Slate tucks the leg under his arm, drops onto his butt, wraps his legs around Vlad’s wounded extremity, and pulls! The big man is definitely feeling the pain now, although he still has hardly made any noise! How can he stand it?”
Masters: "Now what is Vlad doing? He’s sitting up, which takes a tremendous amount of strength and resilience. He’s rolling just a bit onto his left side...and driving his right boot right into Slate’s shoulder! That’s brilliant! After the third kick Slate has to let go or Vlad will just keep nailing that shoulder! Slate and Vlad are both rising to their feet. Vlad charges, going for a forearm I think, But SLATE PULLS DOWN THE TOP ROPE! VLAD FALLS TO THE ARENA FLOOR! THIS IS INCREDIBLE!”
Slate rolls out of the ring after Vlad and stomps on his head twice. He begins to bring Valo to his feet for a move, but Vlad returns the earlier favor with a more blatant forearm to Slate’s tender bits! Slate stumbles away in shock and pain as the big man slowly rises, like a killer from a slasher flick. Slate is on hands and knees, crawling...
Masters: "He’s crawling to our table! What is he doing?”
Jarred: "Vlad is right here, grabbing two fist fulls of The Paragon’s hair! He’s turning him around...”
Masters: "HEY! (Followed by several sounds of a microphone being mishandled)”
As Vlad turns Slate around, Slate takes hold of William Masters’ mic and drives it into the side of Vlad’s head! Vlad backs up a step, and Slate lifts the extra computer monitor (there for guest commentators) and smashes the flat screen over the big man’s head! Valo is still on his feet, and Slate cannot believe it! Vlad moves away and crawl’s back into the ring while Slate is livid! Alexander grabs a folding chair and tosses it into the ring. He looks under the ring...
Jarred: "He’s found the ring tools, William! The crew uses them to erect and then tear down the ring. I didn’t realize they left them in a tool box right there!”
Masters: "Neither did I, but Slate is dumping the tools. Now he’s tossing a wrench and a crowbar into the ring! But what is Vlad doing?”
Jarred: "He’s ripping the tape from the turnbuckle, I think he’s trying to expose the turnbuckle bolt! No, he’s stopped. He’s crossing the ring...”
Slate has a chisel or something similar in his hand as he stands up at ringside...and Vlad, dropping to one knee and reaching out between the top and middle rope, wraps a length of corner tape around Slate’s neck! Alexander is taken off guard as Vlad nearly pulls him off his feet and against the ropes. The technician coughs, saliva drooling from his lips when pure luck enters the match: the tape rips in two pieces, freeing the man.
Jarred: "I can’t believe how lucky he is, William! I don’t think Vlad would have stopped!”
William: "Oh these men are ruthless, Jarred! And Slate just rammed the handle of that tool into Vlad’s face! It looks like Vlad’s lip is split and he’s bleeding!”
Slate is climbing back up into the ring but Vlad meets him there...Vlad lifts Slate up over the top rope...RUNNING POWERSLAM! And the cover...
ONE...
TWO...
Jarred: "And Slate again with a patently illegal move, grinding his knuckle into Vlad’s ear!”
William: "This is almost becoming a contest to see who can out-cheat who! Although is really isn’t cheating with the no-DQ rule in effect.”
Vlad stands and pulls Slate to his feet. Vlad gets behind Alexander and lifts his arm up...
Jarred: "TERMINAL SLEEP! Slate won’t be able to get up from this submission!”
William: "Wait! Slate grabbed Vlad as he moved in...and HIT WITH A STUNNER! And HE covers!”
ONE...
TWO....
Masters: "VLAD IS BITING SLATE! BITING HIM RIGHT ON THE FACE!”
Jarred: "Now Slate’s nose is bleeding as he rolls away from the giant! I know Vlad is from Transylvania, but that was really ridiculous.”
Masters: "So is that mat you call hair, Jarred, but right now we have no time for that! They are both on their feet and Slate is moving in...”
Jarred: "He’s trying his Peace of Mind, the inverted backbreaker! He’s trying, but Vlad is just too big! Vlad resists then breaks the hold, shoving Slate into the ropes...and Vlad applies a sleeperhold! Slate is in trouble here, he...”
Masters: "Slate is taking Vlad by surprise, suddenly moving to the nearest corner. He’s walking
up the turnbuckles...and SENDS HIMSELF OVER THE TOP ROPE! SLATE FALLS TO RINGSIDE WHILE DROPPING VLAD’S NECK OVER THE ROPES!”
Masters is starting to get a little hoarse. Slate is already standing but it looks like he might have damaged his own leg in the plummet. He rolls back into the ring and moves in on Vlad...
Jarred: "He’s going for the Crossface Chickenwing! If he locks it on...”
Masters: "Vlad counters...and hits the Impaler DDT! Slate is down, Slate is down!”
Jarred: "Vlad isn’t done, though. He wants Slate to stay down. He’s going over to the corner and...and he is standing on the top rope, flipping the audience off before...HE’S GOING FOR A MOONSAULT!”
Masters: "BUT HE DOESN’T SEE SLATE, WHO GRABBED THE STEEL CHAIR AND PLACED IT ON HIS OWN CHEST! VLAD HITS THE MOONSAULT!”
Valo hits all right, but bounces up onto his knees in agony. Slate is curled up in a ball now, too, his abdomen crunched. Vlad slumps down next to Slate...
...who rolls over and drapes an arm across Vlad’s neck...
ONE....
TWO...
THREEEEEEEE!
DING DING DING!
Max, at ringside: "And your winner, and damned if I’ve ever seen anything like that...The Paragon Alexander Slate!”
Jarred: "Well, I’m almost speechless here, William. Slate is the number one contender for the International Championship and this was a tremendous victory, but Vlad almost killed himself out here tonight as well. I think we’ll see a lot of great things from both of them. The champions in EWA certainly have something to worry about.”
Masters: "I need a drink after that. A big one.”
Slate, victorious, walks up the ramp while the screen opens, allowing him to go backstage.
Daniels: Vlad Valo back to his feet here, he really did put on a great show, but there's a reason that Slate is the number one contender for Bucks International title. EWA has been tearing the Colosseum up tonight, listen to these fans! I got to tell you William, I’m loving the new location!”
William: "Bloody right! The I feel like we’ve gone back in time to the years of the Roman empire and brought a piece of it back to modern time!”
Daniels: "And these gladiators have been combating all night, and I know-”
"People say…….that god is dead…….but how can they think that……if I show them the Devil?”
William: "Things just got interesting!”
The quote from the The Exorcism of Emily Rose blasts through the speakers, but what follows was not the usual song "Burden” by The Ascendicate, but rather the guitars from twenty-five seconds into an instrumental cover of "The Sound of Truth” by As I Lay Dying, the lights in the Colosseum going wild in white and blood red flashes. As the body of the song begins, the three screens on the stage blast to life with a video of Ryan’s signature logo and clips of his devastating style, the screen turned door opens letting out a thick cloud of smoke, lights on the inside in a strobe pattern. Out from it enters Ryan Shane followed in tow by his personal assistant, Ms. Fontaine. Ryan wears Black, gray and red camo cargo shorts and a Ryan Shane t-shirt. His eyes are blackened by mascara, Ms.Fontaine dressed in a purple thigh-length dress. The doors behind them close again as Ryan stops in the center of the entrance ramp, looking to both sides at the fans up around him, as well as standing on both sides of the ramp then continues to the ring, holding the ropes open for Ms.Fontaine to enter first, then leaping over the top rope into the ring. He storms to the turnbuckle, climbing it and throwing his forearms into an X before jumping back down, taking a mic, and waiting until his music dies.
Ryan: "I’m not going to waste your time and more importantly, mine. Last Shatter Point there was an attack on Ryan Shane by someone not even close to my level, some dark Neanderthal clutching at straws, trying to make a name at my expense…..and thinking I would do nothing about it.”
Ryan marches in the ring, eyes locked on the Valo. Valo, now upright and with his arrogant royal expression back on his face looks on with destain at the commoner
Ryan: "Who the hell do you think you are, huh? ”
Vlad snatches the mic from him, looking down on the much shorter Shane.
Vlad: "I believe I am of royal blood and will be treated as such. You should be honored that a common street dweller like yourself could look upon me. I saw how weak and pathetic you looked in your match last week, quite the sight actually. Here sits the great Ryan Shane, bloodied and broken. You look like, haha, you needed some help. I interjected myself, making sure the one thing you love in your life, the spoils of battle, the honor of victory…..became mine! I am now your better! I am you king! ”
Ryan rips the mic back.
Ryan: "I don’t give a fuck who you are! Don’t dare think I need your help, I don’t need you or anyone! I had that victory in my grasp and you take all glory from me! You broke rule one around here: don’t FUCK with Ryan Shane! What’s stopping me from spiking you in your pompous skull?”
And in a repeat, Vlad now takes back the mic, this time with much more force than before.
Vlad: "Your idle threats don’t scare me. I’ve been through more war than you can imagine.”
Ryan’s eyes grow wider with anger as he takes a step closer, leaning toward the mic.
Ryan: "Well, Count Fagula, you just started another war against an army you can’t comprehend!”
He reaches up with both hands and grabs his collar, pulling Vlad closer with surprising strength for the smaller of the two.
Ryan: "STRAIGHT……..FUCKING……EDGE!”
After his last word, Ryan throws a hard kick right between the legs, sending Valo to his knees in pain, followed by a vicious Yakuza kick. Ms.fontaine cringes in the corner, trying to avert her gaze from the assault, not knowing what exactly was happening. Ryan calls over to her, proclaiming that it was time to go. Cassidy exits the ring first, soon followed by Ryan……almost. Ryan stops half-way through his exit, his blank stare slowly turning to an empty chair next to the time keeper. He bolts out of the ring, grabbing the chair and shoving the time keeper, taking his chair two, and throwing them both into the ring. He slides in and sets one chair up in front of the corner.
Daniels: "Wait……WAIT, NO! WE’VE SEEN THIS BEFORE! NOT THE FALLOUT! STOP RYAN!”
William: "Crush his bloody skull Ryan!”
Ryan pushes Vlad’s head through the back of the chair, taking the second one and climbing to the middle rope.He grips the chair in both hands and looks up, closing his eyes and taking a breath before letting out a roar and pulling the chair up, bringing it down half-way and pausing, his stare once again connecting to his target. He lets go of the chair with one hand and climbing up one more rope to the top, yelling again as he brings his chair back and jumps off, smacking it onto Vlad’s head with a sickening thud. Ryan throws the chair as the instrumental of "The Sound of Truth” plays again, Ryan sliding out of the ring and storming up the ramp, Ms.Fontaine following tenderly behind him as the EMTs rush by, the camera fading to black on Vlad’s motionless body, blood trickling from his forehead.
Daniels: What a statement from Shane, looks like Valo definetly got to Shane, and this looks to be the start of a stormy relationship between those two
Masters: Vlad has been beaten by both men he attacked last week now. But in a strange twist it's RYAN that has taken it more to heart than Slate, but i suppose Slate has enough on his plate.
Daniels: I definetly can't wait to see Valo's response to that attack
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Still running Sawyer runs through a door into what turns out to be the communal room for all the talent. He leans heavily on the door, breathing hard and turns... to find Massivs Impact and Tubbs sitting on a plush red sofa and a referee in the far corner reading a book with a doughnut half to his mouth, rasberry jam dripping onto his shirt as he freezes, looking first art Massive Impact and then at Sawyer.
Sawyer: H...hey, guys
Hindenburg and Skyscraper stand from the sofa and nod at the ref, who jumps into action. They two goliaths make towards the working man, cracking their knuckles, just as they reach him Sawyer yells out holding the Underground belt up as a sheild
Sawyer: WAIT.. Stop... i.... i need to use the bathroom
Sawyer points quickly to a door within the communal room with a stick man on it
Sawyer: You can take me on if you want, but do you really want me to have an ''accident'' whie you're trying to pin me?
Massive Impact look at each other, a troubled look in their eye as they have an internal conflict
Tubbs: Fine... go, but my boys will be waiting when you get out
Sawyer flashes a smile and walks into the bathroom. After a few moments and an awkward silence as they wait outside the door Tubbs yells out
Tubbs: Sawyer.... Sawyer, you can't avoid us forever, get out here... Sawyer
No response is forthcoming and Tubbs finally nods to his team, they move towards the door and one double big boot later the door is hanging from the hinges
Tubbs: Dammit!
Back in the arena the screen shows Massive Impact move away to reveal a ceiling panel missing and a working boot shaped footprint on top of the flush. Bursts of laughter break out across the arena.
Daniels: If nothing else Sawyer is an entertaining champion
Masters: Okay, that was actually pretty funny, but i still don't like him
Daniels: Well we still have to press on with the night we just saw the number one contender for the International title in one on one action, now it's time for the champ himself.
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BUCK EVANS vs JUN YAO
Bouncing around the ring like a ballerina high on crack, Fabian stops dead center of the ring and grins like he has a wedgie that feels real good.
"Ladies and Gentlemen its time … … time for the man with the bad attitude to face the oriental wrecking machine …. Introducing first from Seoul South Korea via Brooklyn New York , the one … … the only … … Juuuunnnnn Yaaaaoooooooo!!!”
Big Bang – Go hits and the crowd starts showing their overall approval for this one.
Daniels: Jun Tao, this is a young star on the rise.
Masters: More like a shooting star, look at the way he acts in the ring, bouncing around.
Daniels: That is Fabian the ring announcer, Jun hasn’t gotten there yet. He is still slapping hands with the fans.
Finally entering the ring, Jun goes to all four corners and points at the fans, a smile on his face.
"And his opponent the man who is from Texas, but wont stomp a mud hole and walk it dry, he aint from Borger, and wont be a hangman … … he is the reigning International Champ … … the man with enough bad attitude for three men …. …. The muther bucker himself … …. BUUUCCKKKKKK EVVVVAAAANNNNNSS!!!!!!!”
Nickel sized Hail hits and the crowds erupts in a chorus of boo’s. Some on their feet and some not. A few women, with their teeth out wanting to kiss the champ, stand just out of reach. Green Flashing lights go off as the double screen doors open and he steps through. His usual attire of jeans, t-shirt and boots complimented by the title draped over his shoulder. Buck ignoring them as he walks slowly and on his own pace to the ring.
Daniels: Buck hasn’t made any friends around here with his new attitude.
Masters: New? What’s new about it? He has always been like this, but no one bothered to notice. It suits him well.
Daniels: I don’t think so. Someone is going to make him pay.
Masters: Jun Jun Binks wont. Buck is going to beat him down and then go home to dinner so fast his beer won’t stop foaming before he sits down.
Buck enters the ring and hands the title to the ref, waving to the bell keeper, its rung and the match is on.
Buck turns to the ring and is immediately met with a flying forearm that staggers him back. Jun taking the offense, hits with rapid fire kicks to his legs then mid section. Buck rocking and reeling on the ropes. The ref starts to break them up off the ropes when Jun leaps and hits a standing drop kick that sends Buck over the top rope to the floor. Hitting the floor on his feet, Jun grabs the top rope and vaults over hitting a cross body that takes them both to the floor. The crowd roaring as Jun scrambles back into the ring as Buck gets to his knees very quickly.
Daniels: Jun taking it to the bigger man. This could go badly for him if he lets Buck get his hands on him.
Masters: Wow you go to some kind of announcer’s school to state the obvious? All Jun has done so far is piss Buck off.
Jun pacing around the ring as Buck slowly gets back in, both mean circling around each other. Buck goes for an elbow and collar tie up, Jun ducking under and landing a hard kick to the thing of Evans, then another to the midsection.
Daniels: That was a mistake.
Masters: Someone bring Captain obvious a balloon.
Buck catches the leg and pulls him close wrapping his arms around Jun’s chest, a snap belly to belly suplex puts the speedster on his keester as Buck slowly steps behind him. Reaching down, he pulls Jun back to his feet by his hair and holds him while looking at the crowd. Cocking the big right hand, he blasts Jun and sends him back down to the mat. Not missing a beat, he sets up for a knee to Jun’s head. Missing as he it’s the mat as Jun moves at the last second.
Masters: GO on Mister over statement of the obvious tell the people how Buck missed that knee drop.
Daniels: Don’t have to, you just did.
Jun taking the opening uses his speed to advantage, kicking Buck in the head to put him down, and then stomping on the knee of the champ. Using his own knee to pin the thigh down, he twists the lower leg of Buck and the champ is in pain.
Daniels: Smart strategy, keep him down and strength and size don’t mean anything.
Masters: Means everything if you aren’t big enough to keep him down.
Buck slaps the mat and yells in pain, the crowd mocking him, slowly twisting to get to the ropes using them to get his other leg under him, he tries to grab Jun. Holding the champs leg, he pulls hard and the big man hits the mat on his back and once more Jun twists the knee. The wily champ uses his other leg and kicks at Jun as he pulls his trapped leg in, sending Jun flying back and away. Buck getting to his knees plays possum as Jun comes back in with another kick. This time Buck ducks and lurches forward driving his shoulder into the support leg of Jun. Both men down on the mat.
Daniels: Buck using his size to advantage.
Masters: Wasn’t his size, just his shoulder. Let’s see speedy Gonzalez fly around the ring on one leg.
Daniels: Adrenaline will kick in and Jun will still be hoping faster than Buck.
Masters: He would look like a pogo stick on uppers then.
Daniels: Where do you come up with those ideas?
Masters: Your Momma.
Both use ropes to pull up and with them both limping, slowly start to circle each other as they each try to fake the other into a move. Jun lunges as Buck tries to grab him, dropping down, he slides through the legs of the champ and to his feet behind him. With a kick to the back of the knee, Buck hits on his sore knee as Jun leaps over Buck and catches his head, snapping him face first into the mat. Jun rolling through and to his feet, arms raised as the crowd roars in approval.
Daniels: Pay attention Jun. He is making a rookie mistake.
Masters: Yeah and Buck is taking a champions advantage of the mistake.
True enough, Buck got to his feet and delivered a hard forearm that sent Jun to the ropes and backwards towards him. Wrapping his arms around him, he tossed Jun over his head in a belly to back suplex, following him and dropping a hard elbow to the midsection. Getting to his feet with a satisfied smile on his face as Jun rolled on the mat holding his midsection. Reaching down, pulling Jun to his feet, Buck whips him into the ropes and hitting him with a hard clothesline that nearly turns Jun inside out.
Daniels: Power move on Jun and now Buck is firmly in control.
Masters: He should go on and pin him and get this over with. I’m bored.
Pausing to look around the arena, Buck turns back to Jun, pulling him up and throwing him to the corner with force. Lining him up to be crushed in the corner. Jun slumping down, Buck charges and can’t stop as Jun leaps up catching Buck by surprise. Legs under Bucks arms Jun is twisting over the ropes and locks in the tarantula. Buck struggling as he does.
Daniels: A shout out to another oriental performer.
Masters: They all do the same thing.
Jun lets go and climbs the turnbuckle as Buck staggers to his feet. Leaping off he nails a flying dropkick. Buck landing hard on the mat and managing to roll out of the ring. Jun looking for him finally finds him and leans through the ropes to pull him back in, Buck taking the low road and punching Jun in the face sending him back. Climbing back in, he pauses long enough to let out a yell as he grabbed Jun by the hair, raising him to his feet, he locks both hands around the throat of Jun and sets …..
Masters: what the hell? Did I just see that?
Daniels: Tajiri is in the building!!
Jun struggles and spits a purple mist in the eyes of Buck, Letting go and rubbing at his eyes, he doesn’t see Jun coming from the top turnbuckle and hitting a spinning head scissors takedown. Buck landing hard and Jun wasting no time, leaps to the ropes and comes flying off with a midrope moonsault. Nailing Buck and holding it for the cover. The ref moves in.
1
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2
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Kickout!!1
Buck throws Jun off and rolls over to his stomach, his eyes still smarting from the mist.
Daniels: Thought that was it for a minute.
Masters: I’m surprised there hasn’t been a pin already with Buck winning.
Jun wasting no time, he drops a leg across the back of the head of Buck. The impact causing Buck’s own hands into his eyes. Taking the chance Jun lines him up and locks in sleeper hold, Buck fighting it rolls over and pins Jun under him and the ref moves in.
1
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2
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NO!!
Jun rolls and gets his shoulder up in time, Buck still trying to pry the arms away from his neck, thrashes and Jun takes the chance. Locking him up with his legs, the sleeper moves to a choke.
Daniels: Jun has that straight jacket choke he uses cinched in.
Masters: Yeah but Buck is gonna get out of it. Isn’t he?
The ref watches unsure what to do and decides to check the arm of the champ.
Raises it and watches it drop.
The crowd counting.
1
Raises it again.
It drops.
The crowd counts.
2
Daniels: If he lets the arm go one more time then the match is over.
Masters: Buck is just resting, no way he is gonna let this … this nothing beat him. COME ON BUCK!!!
The ref raises the arm and lets it go.
It drops
The crowd counts
3!!!!
Signaling for the bell, the ref raises the panting Jun’s arm in victory.
Daniels: He has done it. Jun has finally beaten the Champ.
Masters: I demand a recount.
Daniels: Recount? Really? He was choked out, the ref had no choice.
Masters: I think the ref got that mist in his eyes too.
Daniels: This is gonna make a madman even madder.
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Daniels: I can't believe that Buck got choked out there, but it was a well deserved win for Jun Yao, showing once more why he has been a dominant force here in EWA. Wait, i'm getting word something's happening back stage
The screens in the arena flicker and show a black screen. At first it looks like the feed isn't working but small movements in the light show that it's actually an incredibly dark room, moments go by with nothing happening until overhead a low hum is heard and florecent lights spark into life. Mike King is seen looking around what is clearly a storage room, a referee is tagging along behind while he looks into cardboard boxes and as yet unused lockers. A small noise gets his attention, it sounds like a snicker coming from the corner. Mike picks up a chair that was folded, leaning against the wall and slowly creeps up on where the noise was coming from. The camera follows and behind some boxes a denim shirt and yellow hard hat can be seen on Sawyer, cowering in the corner. Mike brings the chair high overhead and just as he's about to strike Sawyer looks up and says
Sawyer: Okay... you got m... WOW!
King: Wha?... who the hell are you?
Fake Sawyer: Stagehand, a guy gave me fifty bucks to put on this shirt and hat and hide until i was found... he never said anything about a chair though... are you going to hurt me?
King, the chair still in place looks down at the young and now scared man
King: Dammit
the camera pans out as King brings the chair high overhead and swings down, cutting to black as a blood curtling scream rings out
Daniels: Poor guy
Masters: That was all Sawyers fault
Daniels: Yeah, he made King do that. Sure.
Daniels shakes his head as something flashes on screen
I'm getting word now that the next match is ready to get underway. Let's go to the stage and our fancy new screen slash entrance doors.
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