SHATTER POINT 5/17/11
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BUZZSAW & JAKOB MAYHEM vs MARCELLUS PAYNE & JUSTIN MARSHAM
DANIELS: Alright folks, it's that time of the night; our first EVER main event in the Colusseum, and the first EVER EWA Main Event on major network television!
MASTERS: Ohhhh yes! And that means we finally get to see our sham of a World Heavyweight Champion humbled in front of a global audience by Technically Jesus!
DANIELS: ..Technically what-now?
MASTERS: You know... "The Epitome of Technical Finesse".. "Black Jesus"... it's one of those amalgamation things.
DANIELS: ..Right. And I suppose their opponents will, from here on in, be referred to as "Hardcore Mayhem"?
MASTERS: ..Have you been reading my notes again, you filthy vagabond!?
DANIELS: *Sigh*...
Attentions turn to the ring, where Maxwell Fabian has taken up his position, old-school microphone clutches excitedly in his hand.
FABIAN: Alright boys and girls.. the time has now come.. for the first EVER.. EMPIRE WRESTLING ASSOCIATION, MAJOR NETWORK MAIN EVENT!!!!!
The crowd pops hugey-styley, the very foundations of the building trembling with excitement.
FABIAN: And, seeing as how we are in the Colusseum, it's only fitting that this main event should feature at least two of THE undoubted top gladiators kickin' ass in this company right now!
Another big pop, although a few jeers can be heard in the mix, presumably in reference to one or two of those gladiators about to be introduced.
FABIAN: Let's bring 'em out.. K-DAWG, MY BOY, HIT THAT MUSIC!!!
"Born in a Burial Gown" by Cradle of Filth hits the soundsystem, and a somewhat mixed reaction begins to reverberate around the Colusseum as the lights dim, and the first competitor makes his way out onto the stage.
FABIAN: Alright! First man out of the starting blocks tonight, making his EWA DEBUT... From the gotta-be-creepy-as-fuck town of Parts Unknown, Mississippi - I dunno why I said Mississippi, but a lot of that state scares the shit out of me... Weighing in at 305 pant-messing pounds.. he is.. JJJAAAKKKOOOBBB MMMAAAYYYHHHEEEMMM!!!
Mayhem makes his way down to the ring, as slowly and ominously as those familiar with him have come to expect. He climbs the steps onto the apron, then steps over the top rope into the ring. He takes a moment to eyeball Fabian as he moves to the centre of the ring, then slowly turns his gaze back up to the stage, as his music fades out.
DANIELS: It's certainly been a long old time since either you or I had the "pleasure" of experiencing a Jakob Mayhem appearance in person, William.. still give you the shivers?
MASTERS: Let me just change my underpants and I'll get back to you...
After a few moments, "Dead Bodies Everywhere" by KoRn hits, sending the crowd delirious with excitement.
FABIAN: And his tag-team partner... From Akron, Ohio.. weighing in at 310lbs... He is "The Hardcore Icon", and YOUR EWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... BBBBBUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZSSSSSAAAAAWWWWW!!!!!
A single spotlight pans over to the top of one of the aisles in the raised seating section of the Colosseum, where we see Buzzsaw stood at the top of the stairs, his title belt raised high above his head. He makes his way down the aisle, pausing halfway down to get his photograph taken with a randomly-selected fan.
DANIELS: Buzzsaw showing once again that he truly is a champion of the people!
MASTERS: That fan had better hope that Justin Marsham isn't watching...
DANIELS: Oh, come on! That's just not appropriate!
Buzzsaw completes his descent, and makes his way across the standing area until he reaches the barricade. He takes a moment to raise the belt again, then hops over and slides into the ring, marching past Mayhem and climbing the turnbuckle, raising the belt once more as the crowd continues to pop. He hops down, and steps up to Mayhem, the two sharing a few words as the music fades out.
DANIELS: Well these two men may have made some kind of peace earlier tonight, but you still have to wonder.. just how well will they be able to co-operate? WILL they be able to co-operate, given all the past history between them?
MASTERS: I certainly hope not!
The action pauses for a moment, attentions being allowed to linger on the two men standing in the centre of the ring, still exchanging inaudible words with each other. Finally, their attentions are diverted up towards the stage, as "Welcome To My Hood" by Rick Ross bursts onto the soundsystem.
FABIAN: And now for their opponents in this gladatorial combat for the ages! Introducing first.. accompanied by Leonard Jenkins... From Camden, New Jersey.. weighing in at 215lbs... He goes by the name of "Black Jesus".. MARCELLUSSSSS PPPAAAYYYNNNEEE!!!
A few moments after the start of his music, Payne steps out onto the stage, Jenkins by his side. The two dance their way towards the ramp, soaking up the ill-feeling being directed towards them from the EWA fans. They make their way down towards the ring, when suddenly, Payne tears off his coat and mask, and charges down the ramp into the ring.. where Justin Marsham has already started beating down on their opponents, kendo stick in hand.
DANIELS: Oh.. WAIT A SECOND!! Justin Marsham! Where the hell did he come from!?
Payne leaps to his feet, and begins stomping on Buzzsaw, as Marsham alternates between stomping on Mayhem and cracking the kendo stick over his back.
DANIELS: A dastardly, vicious sneak attack here by Marsham and Payne, striking their opponents down before this match has even started!
MASTERS: Technical Jesus are exorcising all kinds of demons here!
DANIELS: Jesus...
MASTERS: Well I don't hear your beloved El Pablo coming up with any suggestions, so why don't you just shut the f-
DANIELS: Anyhoo...
Marsham steps off Mayhem, and orders Payne to pick Buzzsaw up. Payne obliges, and shoves him into Marsham, who wraps the kendo stick around Buzzsaw's throat and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker.
DANIELS: Oh MAN!!
Payne then hauls Mayhem up, and whips him across the ring. Marsham steps aside, allowing Mayhem to bounce off the ropes, then drills him in the head with the kendo stick.
DANIELS: Good LORD! What a shot! Right between the eyes!
Mayhem stumbles backwards, a hand pressed against his rapidly-reddening forehead. Marsham tosses the kendo stick out of the ring, and then he and Payne rush Mayhem, hitting a double clothesline that sends him tumbling over the top rope to the outside.
DANIELS: Out goes Mayhem! And his head just smacked HARD against that thinly-padded floor!
With Mayhem incapacitated on the floor, Marsham and Payne turn their attentions back to Buzzsaw, currently laid on the mat clutching his neck. Marsham goes to grab him, but Payne stops him, and starts gesturing to himself. Marsham brushes him off, but Payne continues to argue his case, getting more and more animated.
MASTERS: What the bloody hell is he doing?
DANIELS: Well, we spoke about whether Buzzsaw and Mayhem would be able to get along together.. but let's not forget, Marsham and Payne aren't exactly an established partnership themselves!
Finally, Marsham relents, and steps away from Buzz towards his corner, leaving Payne to start things off. As soon as Marsham steps out onto the apron, the bell rings..
*DING DING!*
..and Payne immediately dives on top of Buzzsaw, hammering him with fists to the back of his body and head. Buzzsaw slowly tries to stand against the onslaught, but Payne forces him back down with repeated elbows to the back of the neck. He then starts to choke Buzz with the sole of his boot, leaning on the ropes to apply more pressure.
DANIELS: Payne starting strong against the champion here, he obviously feels he has a point to prove here tonight!
After a few moments of choking, Payne steps off, and takes a moment to antagonise the fans raining abuse down upon him. While he does that, Buzzsaw slowly picks himself up, using the ropes for support, and stumbles over towards the corner. This proves to be a mistake, however, as Payne charges forward and leaps into him with a flying side kick, sandwiching the champion against the turnbuckle. Buzzsaw slumps down to a seated position as Payne steps back, then charges up again, grabs hold of the top rope, bounces up onto the second rope and springboards off, hitting a high-speed dropkick into Buzzsaw's chest.
DANIELS: HARD shot there from Payne, who's looking good here in the early going!
Payne rolls back and hops up onto his feet, a triumphant spring in his step already. He turns round..
MASTERS: Ahh!!
..and is promptly grabbed round the throat by Jakob Mayhem, who plants him with a huge chokeslam.
DANIELS: Well THAT'll kill your momentum!
Marsham dives into the ring, looking to avenge his partner. However, Jakob sees him coming, and gives the Epitome a chokeslam of his own, leaving both opponents crumpled in a heap on the canvas.
DANIELS: Payne down! Marsham down! And now, suddenly, Team Buzzsaw have the advantage in this contest!
Mayhem stares down at his lifeless opponents, then turns to look at Buzzsaw, a wry smile on his face as he walks over to the adjacent corner and steps out onto the apron. Buzzsaw watches him, a small, slightly pained smirk spreading across his own face as he gets gingerly back to his feet.
DANIELS: The champ is up, and he has both members of the opposition at his mercy!
Very slowly, Buzzsaw approaches his opponents, the smirk on his face now looking somewhat sadistic. He bends down over Payne.. then snaps back up, and steps over to Justin Marsham.
DANIELS: Oh, here we go!
The crowd gets excitedly to their feet, waiting to see Buzzsaw finally exact his retribution on the Epitome for his actions towards Hank. As if sensing the anticipation, Buzzsaw decides to string things out a bit, pulling Marsham slowly up to his feet. However, the fans anticipation is then quickly turned to disappointment, as Buzz simply turns and tosses Marsham out through the ropes, the Epitome landing with a thud on the floor. The crowd starts to jeer slightly, to which Buzzsaw responds by just pointing to his wrist, as if tapping a watch.
DANIELS: Well, that may not have been what the fans wanted to see, but you'd have to say it's sensible on Buzzsaw's part; Payne IS the legal man, after all!
MASTERS: Wuss.
Buzz turns his attentions back to Payne, picking him up and cracking him the jaw with a right hand. Payne staggers backwards against the ropes, and Buzzsaw strikes him a few more times, capping things off with a knee to the midsection. Buzz then whips Payne across the ring, and catches him on the rebound with a back body drop. Buzzsaw turns and watches as Payne pushes himself back up, then swiftly drops him again with a big clothesline. Buzzsaw picks Payne up again, and hits a T-Bone suplex, rolling over for the cover..
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TWO!
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KICK-OUT!!!
DANIELS: Near fall! I thought he had him there!
Unpeturbed, Buzzsaw picks Payne back up to his feet, and leads him over to the corner. He dumps him against the turnbuckle, and tags in Mayhem before putting a few boots into his midsection as Mayhem steps over the top rope into the ring.
DANIELS: Tag made, and here comes Jakob Mayhem for his first OFFICIAL involvement as part of the EWA roster!
Buzzsaw steps aside, allowing Mayhem to throw a HUGE right hook into the head of Payne, almost knocking him completely off his feet. Mayhem nudges him back upright, only to thump him again.. and again.. and again, before capping things off with a big back elbow. Mayhem then pulls Payne away, and whips him in the direction of his own corner.. but keeps hold, drawing him back in.. then ducks, grabs Payne around the waist, and drives him spinebuster-style against the turnbuckle.
DANIELS: What impact there from Jakob Mayhem!! Payne could've just had the wind well and truly taken out of his lungs there!!!
Mayhem steps out from the corner, allowing Payne to stumble forwards. This allows Mayhem to hoist him up onto his shoulders into a fireman's carry, the big man pausing for a moment before swinging Payne round and planting him with a huge facebuster.
DANIELS: And a move like that might just finish this thing off completely! The cover...
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MARSHAM BREAKS IT UP!
Mayhem jumps back to his feet, glaring at Marsham as the referee forces the Epitome away towards his corner. Marsham just stares right back at Mayhem, looking as cold and emotionless as ever as he steps through the ropes back onto the apron. The staredown continues for a few moments, Mayhem taking a single step forward as he perhaps contemplates going after Marsham. After a few seconds, he changes his mind, and turns his attentions back to Payne, hauling Black Jesus off the mat. However, he still appears at least partially-focused on Marsham, which affords Payne the opportunity to snap down to his knees and catch the big man with a jawbreaker.
DANIELS: Oh, wait a second!
Mayhem stumbles backwards, and Payne staggers back to his feet, following up his jawbreaker with a standing dropkick.
DANIELS: Black Jesus is fighting back!
Mayhem stumbles back further, as Payne forces himself back up again. Payne turns and hits the ropes.. Mayhem attempts a clothesline.. but Payne ducks.. Mayhem turns.. just as Payne leaps up onto the second rope, and springboards off, catching Mayhem in the side of the head with a roundhouse kick that finally drops the big man down.
DANIELS: The Bitch Kick! One of Payne's signature maneuvres! Could that be the turning point!?
MASTERS: PRAISE THE LORD!!!
Both men lay on the canvas, although Mayhem still seems in rather a better state than Payne. Slowly, Payne begins to crawl towards his corner, just as Mayhem begins to get back to his feet. Rather than attempting to cut Payne off, however, Mayhem steps over to his own corner, a smirk on his face as he tags in Buzzsaw.
DANIELS: Mayhem makes the tag, and it looks like we're about to see hostilities resume between the World Heavyweight Champion and the Number One Contender!
The crowd explodes as Buzz steps into the ring, eyes fixed on Marsham as Payne continues to crawl. Marsham extends his hand, waiting anxiously as his partner inches closer.. closer.. closer...
MASTERS: HERE WE G-wait, what!?
Just as Payne pulls himself within tagging distance, Marsham hops down off the apron, electing instead to offer encouragement for his partner to pick himself up and carry on.
DANIELS: Well I dunno what the hell Marsham is thinking here.. there's no way Black Jesus can continue for too long in his current condition!
MASTERS: He has a plan, Jarred.. he always has a plan!
Payne looks out through the ropes at Marsham, confused as to why he's still the legal man. Marsham just continues to shout encouragement, however, motioning for him to get back into the ring.
DANIELS: You say plan.. some might call it a yellow streak...
MASTERS: How dare you!
Buzzsaw looks out at Marsham as well, looking every bit as disappointed at Marsham's actions as Payne and the jeering EWA fans. Ever the professional, however, he steps up to Payne, pulling him up off the ropes and hitting him with a backdrop. Buzz gets back up, and bounces off the ropes, hitting a standing senton splash to the sternum. He covers..
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TH-KICK OUT!!!
DANIELS: OH! Another near-fall!!
Buzzsaw throws a few fists into the face of Payne, then gets up and follows up with a few stomps to the chest. Buzz looks out at Marsham, who is still yet to return to the apron, and steps up to the ropes, throwing a few choice words in the Epitome's direction.
DANIELS: Buzzsaw letting Marsham know just what he thinks of his actions so far tonight...
MASTERS: Keep your eye on the match, you moron!
Buzz turns back to the ring, and tags in Mayhem. Mayhem pulls Payne back to his feet, and hoists him up off the ground, taking a moment to point at Marsham before carrying Payne over towards the corner and dumping him on his back just in front of the turnbuckle.
DANIELS: Mayhem perhaps preparing to send a little message to Justin Marsham.. wait, is he..?
MASTERS: Oh my god...
DANIELS: Jakob Mayhem.. is climbing the turnbuckle!?
MASTERS: This can't be good!
DANIELS: That's over 300lbs, fixing to come crashing down on another human being's body...
Jakob gingerly stands on the top rope, teetering slightly as he braces.. bends.. and leaps, hitting a picture-perfect moonsault..
*THUD*
..right onto the canvas.
MASTERS: HaHAAA!!!
DANIELS: Nobody home! Jakob Mayhem crashes and burns! And that's like a 747 coming down!!
Mayhem writhes about on the floor, clutching his ribs, as Payne sits wide-eyed in the corner, having rolled out of harm's way just before the impact. After a few seconds, Black Jesus pulls himself to his feet.. and is promptly slapped on the shoulder by Marsham, the referee signalling it as a tag.
DANIELS: Oh, NOW he wants in!
Marsham steps through the ropes, as Payne stares at him with a mixture of confusion and anger. Marsham steps up behind Mayhem, stalking the big man as he slowly starts to rise. When he gets to his knees, Marsham strikes, locking in a Cobra Clutch. Mayhem thrashes about, getting to his feet in an attempt to break the hold. Marsham keeps it locked in tight, however, until he snaps Mayhem back with a Russian Leg Sweep, dropping him to the mat
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DANIELS: Nice Russian Leg Sweep by Marsham, after using that Cobra Clutch to wear the big man down enough to manipulate his position.
Marsham rolls through and hops to his feet, circling the ring as Mayhem slowly picks himself up again. Marsham grabs him, and attempts an Irish whip.. but Mayhem reverses, sending Marsham to the ropes.. Marsham rebounds.. ducks a clothesline.. and leaps elbows-first into Buzzsaw, knocking the World Champion down to the floor.
MASTERS: Bullseye!!!
DANIELS: Marsham caught the Champ off guard there, and in doing so may have temporarily eliminated him from this contest!
Marsham steps back from the ropes, a smirk on his face as he looks down at Buzzsaw lying uncomfortably on the floor. He turns round..
*BOOM!!!*
..right into a Derailer from Mayhem, the ring shaking from the impact.
DANIELS: OH! But he also temporarily himself forgot about Mayhem, which frankly is one of the worst things a professional wrestler can do!
Mayhem slowly gets to his feet, pulling Marsham up with him. He shoves Marsham's head between his legs, and hoists his legs off the floor, pausing for a moment before nailing a piledriver. Mayhem then spins Marsham round, so his head is nearest the ropes, and drags him into the centre of the ring. He rolls Marsham onto his back, and grabs one of his ankles..
DANIELS: Oh, hold on now!
MASTERS: You can't be serious..
Mayhem twists, tying up Marsham's legs and locking in a Figure-Four Leg-lock.
DANIELS: FIGURE FOUR! Jakob Mayhem with a submission maneuvre.. on the self-titled Epitome of Technical Finesse!
Marsham roars in pain, his legs being contorted around the tree trunk-like legs of Jakob Mayhem. He reaches back, desperately trying to find the ropes which lie agonisingly out of reach.
MASTERS: Reach, Justin! REACH!!!
DANIELS: Marsham with no-where to go! He's gotta either tap out and lose the match.. or try and find some way of overpowering the giant Mayhem, and breaking the hold himself!
MASTERS: No problem.. right!?
Unsurprising picking the second option, Marsham attempts to roll onto his stomach, looking to reverse the hold and the switch the pain and pressure from him to Mayhem. However, this proves a little problematic, owing in no small part to the near-100lbs weight difference between the two.
DANIELS: Marsham trying desperately to roll out of it.. can he do it? Can he..
Marsham forces Mayhem just about onto his side.. but is then snapped right back into place, Mayhem now wrenching even harder at the hold.
DANIELS: NO! Mayhem's power overcomes him!
Marsham presses his fists into his face, desperately fighting against the pain coursing through his body. Changing tact, he tries to reach for the ropes again, managing to drag himself a few inches closer to salvation. However, he appears unable to manage much more, and begins clawing at his own face again in desperation.
DANIELS: He's gotta tap.. he's gotta tap! There's no way out of this now!
In one last act of desperation, Marsham attempts to roll Mayhem again. And, with a huge, defiant roar.. he succeeds.
MASTERS: YES!!!
DANIELS: BAH GAWD! Marsham reverses! And all the pressure.. all the pain.. is now directed right onto the legs of Mayhem!!
Mayhem now cries out in pain, just as Marsham had been moments before. However, the exertion put in to escape the hold has taken its toll on the Epitome, rendering him unable to properly maintain pressure. Instead, he just flops to the mat, his legs untangling from around Mayhem's and breaking the hold.
DANIELS: But it was too much.. too much for Marsham to turn it around and keep it going!
MASTERS: Dammit! COME ON JUSTIN!!!
Slowly, Marsham begins to pull himself up, using the ring ropes to take some of the strain off his obviously uneasy legs. Mayhem gets up too, quicker than Marsham, but takes a moment to compose himself as he waits for his opponent to rise. Marsham turns, and Mayhem grabs hold, whipping him off the ropes. Mayhem goes for a clothesline, but Marsham ducks.. rebounds.. and slams face-first into the canvas, before being dragged under the ropes by Buzzsaw, who unleashes a flurry of mounted punches to the Epitome's head.
DANIELS: Oh, and there's Buzzsaw.. finally exacting some revenge on the Number One Contender to his World Heavyweight Championship!!!
MASTERS: No fair!! He's not even legal!!!
After a few moments, Buzzsaw pulls Marsham to his feet, and throws him head-first into the ring steps. He then steps over to the kendo stick used against him by Marsham at the start of the contest, and picks it up off the floor, twirling it between his fingers.
DANIELS: Uh-oh, Buzzsaw has that kendo stick.. this does not bode well for the Epitome of Technical Finesse!
With menace in his eyes, Buzzsaw steps slowly towards a dazed Marsham. Suddenly, his attention is diverted by Mayhem, who shouts at him from back in the ring, arms out by his sides.
DANIELS: Hmm, well Mayhem doesn't seem particularly approving of his partner's actions here.. perhaps understandably. He did seem to have Marsham pretty much right where he wanted him.
MASTERS: Well, I dunno about that.. but I DO know that Buzzsaw once again let his ego take over, and decided to try and steal the spotlight once again!
Buzz and Mayhem engage in a debate for a few moments, until..
*CRACK!*
..Mayhem is cracked in the back of the legs by a blinged-up cane, wielded by Marcellus Payne.
DANIELS: PAYNE! PAYNE IS BACK!
MASTERS: HALLELUJAH!!!
Mayhem drops to a knee..
*CRACK!*
..then down to the mat completely, as Payne swings the cane across his spine.
DANIELS: What a shot!
Payne backs up, motioning for Mayhem to get to his feet. However, his attention is quickly diverted by Buzzsaw sliding under the ropes, kendo stick still in hand. Buzzsaw jumps to his feet, and marches over towards Payne. Payne raises the cane, but Buzzsaw catches him with a kick to the gut. Payne doubles over, and Buzzsaw cracks the kendo stick over Payne's back. Payne stumbles forwards, almost falling against the ropes. He pulls himself upright, and turns round.. just as Buzzsaw comes charging in, clotheslining him over the top rope and sending both men crashing down to the outside, just in front of the announce tables.
MASTERS: Good grief!!
DANIELS: A HARD fall there for Buzzsaw and Payne, but it doesn't appear to have slowed them up too much, both men now brawling on the floor in front of us here!
In the ring, Mayhem gingerly picks himself back up, hobbling slightly on one leg as he presses a hand on his side. He looks out at the brawl as he attempts to steady himself, then turns to the side..
*CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!*
DANIELS: OH MY GOD!! Marsham with.. I guess a modified version of his Air Marsham.. just cracked Mayhem at full-tilt, right between the eyes, with a steel chair!!
MASTERS: That even hurt just watching it!
Marsham rolls across the ring as Mayhem crumples to the mat. The chair bounces between the two of them, having been dislodged from Marsham's grip by the force of the impact. Marsham quickly hops back to his feet, with Mayhem - surprisingly - not too far behind, although the big man looks decidedly more unbalanced than his opponent. Marsham grabs the chair, and hits the ropes, blasting Mayhem in the head once again on the rebound.
DANIELS: FOR GOD'S SAKES!!!
Mayhem crumples to the mat once again, blood now beginning to run down his face. Marsham takes a moment to admire his handiwork, then glances outside the ring, where Payne is just stumbling to his feet in front of the announce table.. as Buzzsaw watches from the corner of the ring...
MASTERS: Oh bloody hell, I've got a bad feeling about this...
Suddenly, Buzzsaw charges..
DANIELS: LOOK OUT!!
*CCCRRRAAASSSHHH!!!*
..and spears Payne THROUGH the announce table, leaving the two men laying on the floor in the middle of a pile of broken wood, plastic and electrical equipment.
CROWD: THAT WAS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
DANIELS: !!!
MASTERS: !?!?
DANIELS: ...
Back in the ring, Marsham simply shrugs, and turns his attention back to the near-lifeless Mayhem, nudging him and encouraging him to roll over onto his stomach. When he does, Marsham raises the chair high above his head..
*TTHHWWAACCKK!!*
..and brings it crashing down over Mayhem's skull, with such force that once again, the chair is jolted from his grip.
DANIELS: !!!
Marsham then grabs a fistful of Mayhem's hair, and lifts his increasingly-bloody face off the canvas, sliding the chair underneath it.
MASTERS: ...
DANIELS: !?!?
Marsham then steps over Mayhem's body, and grabs him by the wrists, hauling his head and chest off the canvas once again.
DANIELS: !!!
Marsham takes a brief moment to look down at the remains of the announce table, where Buzzsaw is slowly crawling out of the wreckage. Marsham then places his foot on the back of Mayhem's neck, and hits a devestating Curb Stomp, driving Mayhem's face hard into the steel chair for the third time in quick succession. Marsham then rolls Mayhem over, and drops to the mat, as Buzzsaw desperately tries to struggle back to his feet.
DANIELS: !!!
MASTERS: !!!
DANIELS: !!!
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THREE!!!
*DING DING DING!*
The referee raises Marsham's hand in victory, as Buzzsaw rolls into the ring a fraction too late.
FABIAN: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.. THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH... MARCELLUS PAYNE.. AND JJJJJUUUUUSSSSSTTTTTIIIIINNNNN MMMMMAAAAARRRRRSSSSSHHHHHAAAAAMMMMM!!!!!
Buzzsaw immediately makes a beeline for the Marsham, but the Epitome pulls hard on the referee's arm, throwing him into the Champion and cutting off his pursuit. The momentary distraction allows Marsham to slide out of the ring, and make his way back up the ramp, a smirk on his face as he stares down the Hardcore Icon. The camera focuses briefly on the referee tending to Mayhem, as well as a rather sour-looking Payne being checked on by Jenkins, before cutting back to the staredown - Buzzsaw looking set to explode, Marsham almost mocking in his non-celebration of victory -
Daniels: Wow, what a main event, and Marsham now going strong into next Shatter Point, the last before he finally meets Buzzsaw for the coveted EWA championship that Buzz has held since our opening night.
Masters: It's been a great show inside and amazing arena
Daniels: It certainly has, we've seen some unexpected comebacks, we've seen careers end, and we've seen the crowning of a new champion
Masters: Oh god, don't remind me
Daniels: All that's left to do now is say goodnight and see you nex... wait, what?
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The screen is showing the outside of the arena, a few people who had left early to perhaps beat the rush of traffic are instead croded at the base of one of the columns supporting the arena. Xavier Reid has J.A Sawyer up in the air and brings him crashing down onto the concrete. Sawyer by now is a bloody mess, his face is crimson and Reid is not letting up, hitting rights hard into the Working Mans head. He grabs the title and smshes it down on Sawyers head, and as the impact takes hold Sawyer finally goes limp. Breathing hard Xavier signals for a referee that was standing to the side to come over and make the count. He drapes himself over the lifeless form of Sawyer and the referee makes the count
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Xavier stands triumphantly as the now larger audience boos on in the background. He picks up the title and holds it in the air. The excersion of the brutal beating delivered obviously taking its toll. A few members of the crowd start pointing up behing Reids back and the camera follows the looks... to see El Pablo scaling down the mighty column above Reids head
Daniels: He has to still be twenty feet in the air... Pablo, don't do it!
Pablo leaps in an arch
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Daniels: HE LANDED IT! XAVIER REID DIDN'T HAVE A CLUE! HE'S OUT
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El Pablo rolls off of Xavier Reid, he too know lifeless on the concrete. The referee hands Pablo the belt and he looks down at it. A smile breaks over his face and the crowd surround him. A few seconds later he is up on the fans shoulders and being carried back into the foyer, past the box office and through the doors to the arena. When the crowd meet the still amassed audience inside Pablo is surfed, on his back, title clutched to his chest, over to the barricade where he jumps down and nearly collapses at ringside. Brian Blaze, Jace Champion, Eli Sweeney and Cristal run down to the ring to an explosion form the fans
Daniels: Here comes Too Damn Sexy to get their boy into the ring. That leap was insane and it's definetly taken its toll on the 5 star superstar
Masters: I'm grudgingly impressed myself, but Reid should be champion in my eyes
Daniels: Dont ruin the moment William
Jace, Blaze and Eli all support El Pablo as he looks around at the fans, dazed and the reaction only gets louder. They carry him ovder to a corner where he assures them that he's okay and the other three nod, going to seperate corners. All four men raise to a corner each as ''Sexy Results'' starts to blare over the speakers. Each member plays to the fans before Pablo sinks off the turnbuckle almost knocking the waiting Cristal down, but she holds him up, and the five meet back in the center of the ring as Maxwell Fabian goes to the ring apron and looks out
Fabian: AND NEW UNDERGROUND CHAMPION.... THE FIVE STAR SUPERSTAR.... EL......PABLOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Daniels: He deserves it, but i can't wait to see how he deals with the 24/7 rules. It should be fun
All the men raise their arms as Cristal plants a kiss on Pablos cheek, he smiles and looks down on the belt as chants break out across the arena
TDS TDS TDS TDS
and the screen fades to black
copyright EWA 2011
DANIELS: Alright folks, it's that time of the night; our first EVER main event in the Colusseum, and the first EVER EWA Main Event on major network television!
MASTERS: Ohhhh yes! And that means we finally get to see our sham of a World Heavyweight Champion humbled in front of a global audience by Technically Jesus!
DANIELS: ..Technically what-now?
MASTERS: You know... "The Epitome of Technical Finesse".. "Black Jesus"... it's one of those amalgamation things.
DANIELS: ..Right. And I suppose their opponents will, from here on in, be referred to as "Hardcore Mayhem"?
MASTERS: ..Have you been reading my notes again, you filthy vagabond!?
DANIELS: *Sigh*...
Attentions turn to the ring, where Maxwell Fabian has taken up his position, old-school microphone clutches excitedly in his hand.
FABIAN: Alright boys and girls.. the time has now come.. for the first EVER.. EMPIRE WRESTLING ASSOCIATION, MAJOR NETWORK MAIN EVENT!!!!!
The crowd pops hugey-styley, the very foundations of the building trembling with excitement.
FABIAN: And, seeing as how we are in the Colusseum, it's only fitting that this main event should feature at least two of THE undoubted top gladiators kickin' ass in this company right now!
Another big pop, although a few jeers can be heard in the mix, presumably in reference to one or two of those gladiators about to be introduced.
FABIAN: Let's bring 'em out.. K-DAWG, MY BOY, HIT THAT MUSIC!!!
"Born in a Burial Gown" by Cradle of Filth hits the soundsystem, and a somewhat mixed reaction begins to reverberate around the Colusseum as the lights dim, and the first competitor makes his way out onto the stage.
FABIAN: Alright! First man out of the starting blocks tonight, making his EWA DEBUT... From the gotta-be-creepy-as-fuck town of Parts Unknown, Mississippi - I dunno why I said Mississippi, but a lot of that state scares the shit out of me... Weighing in at 305 pant-messing pounds.. he is.. JJJAAAKKKOOOBBB MMMAAAYYYHHHEEEMMM!!!
Mayhem makes his way down to the ring, as slowly and ominously as those familiar with him have come to expect. He climbs the steps onto the apron, then steps over the top rope into the ring. He takes a moment to eyeball Fabian as he moves to the centre of the ring, then slowly turns his gaze back up to the stage, as his music fades out.
DANIELS: It's certainly been a long old time since either you or I had the "pleasure" of experiencing a Jakob Mayhem appearance in person, William.. still give you the shivers?
MASTERS: Let me just change my underpants and I'll get back to you...
After a few moments, "Dead Bodies Everywhere" by KoRn hits, sending the crowd delirious with excitement.
FABIAN: And his tag-team partner... From Akron, Ohio.. weighing in at 310lbs... He is "The Hardcore Icon", and YOUR EWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... BBBBBUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZSSSSSAAAAAWWWWW!!!!!
A single spotlight pans over to the top of one of the aisles in the raised seating section of the Colosseum, where we see Buzzsaw stood at the top of the stairs, his title belt raised high above his head. He makes his way down the aisle, pausing halfway down to get his photograph taken with a randomly-selected fan.
DANIELS: Buzzsaw showing once again that he truly is a champion of the people!
MASTERS: That fan had better hope that Justin Marsham isn't watching...
DANIELS: Oh, come on! That's just not appropriate!
Buzzsaw completes his descent, and makes his way across the standing area until he reaches the barricade. He takes a moment to raise the belt again, then hops over and slides into the ring, marching past Mayhem and climbing the turnbuckle, raising the belt once more as the crowd continues to pop. He hops down, and steps up to Mayhem, the two sharing a few words as the music fades out.
DANIELS: Well these two men may have made some kind of peace earlier tonight, but you still have to wonder.. just how well will they be able to co-operate? WILL they be able to co-operate, given all the past history between them?
MASTERS: I certainly hope not!
The action pauses for a moment, attentions being allowed to linger on the two men standing in the centre of the ring, still exchanging inaudible words with each other. Finally, their attentions are diverted up towards the stage, as "Welcome To My Hood" by Rick Ross bursts onto the soundsystem.
FABIAN: And now for their opponents in this gladatorial combat for the ages! Introducing first.. accompanied by Leonard Jenkins... From Camden, New Jersey.. weighing in at 215lbs... He goes by the name of "Black Jesus".. MARCELLUSSSSS PPPAAAYYYNNNEEE!!!
A few moments after the start of his music, Payne steps out onto the stage, Jenkins by his side. The two dance their way towards the ramp, soaking up the ill-feeling being directed towards them from the EWA fans. They make their way down towards the ring, when suddenly, Payne tears off his coat and mask, and charges down the ramp into the ring.. where Justin Marsham has already started beating down on their opponents, kendo stick in hand.
DANIELS: Oh.. WAIT A SECOND!! Justin Marsham! Where the hell did he come from!?
Payne leaps to his feet, and begins stomping on Buzzsaw, as Marsham alternates between stomping on Mayhem and cracking the kendo stick over his back.
DANIELS: A dastardly, vicious sneak attack here by Marsham and Payne, striking their opponents down before this match has even started!
MASTERS: Technical Jesus are exorcising all kinds of demons here!
DANIELS: Jesus...
MASTERS: Well I don't hear your beloved El Pablo coming up with any suggestions, so why don't you just shut the f-
DANIELS: Anyhoo...
Marsham steps off Mayhem, and orders Payne to pick Buzzsaw up. Payne obliges, and shoves him into Marsham, who wraps the kendo stick around Buzzsaw's throat and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker.
DANIELS: Oh MAN!!
Payne then hauls Mayhem up, and whips him across the ring. Marsham steps aside, allowing Mayhem to bounce off the ropes, then drills him in the head with the kendo stick.
DANIELS: Good LORD! What a shot! Right between the eyes!
Mayhem stumbles backwards, a hand pressed against his rapidly-reddening forehead. Marsham tosses the kendo stick out of the ring, and then he and Payne rush Mayhem, hitting a double clothesline that sends him tumbling over the top rope to the outside.
DANIELS: Out goes Mayhem! And his head just smacked HARD against that thinly-padded floor!
With Mayhem incapacitated on the floor, Marsham and Payne turn their attentions back to Buzzsaw, currently laid on the mat clutching his neck. Marsham goes to grab him, but Payne stops him, and starts gesturing to himself. Marsham brushes him off, but Payne continues to argue his case, getting more and more animated.
MASTERS: What the bloody hell is he doing?
DANIELS: Well, we spoke about whether Buzzsaw and Mayhem would be able to get along together.. but let's not forget, Marsham and Payne aren't exactly an established partnership themselves!
Finally, Marsham relents, and steps away from Buzz towards his corner, leaving Payne to start things off. As soon as Marsham steps out onto the apron, the bell rings..
*DING DING!*
..and Payne immediately dives on top of Buzzsaw, hammering him with fists to the back of his body and head. Buzzsaw slowly tries to stand against the onslaught, but Payne forces him back down with repeated elbows to the back of the neck. He then starts to choke Buzz with the sole of his boot, leaning on the ropes to apply more pressure.
DANIELS: Payne starting strong against the champion here, he obviously feels he has a point to prove here tonight!
After a few moments of choking, Payne steps off, and takes a moment to antagonise the fans raining abuse down upon him. While he does that, Buzzsaw slowly picks himself up, using the ropes for support, and stumbles over towards the corner. This proves to be a mistake, however, as Payne charges forward and leaps into him with a flying side kick, sandwiching the champion against the turnbuckle. Buzzsaw slumps down to a seated position as Payne steps back, then charges up again, grabs hold of the top rope, bounces up onto the second rope and springboards off, hitting a high-speed dropkick into Buzzsaw's chest.
DANIELS: HARD shot there from Payne, who's looking good here in the early going!
Payne rolls back and hops up onto his feet, a triumphant spring in his step already. He turns round..
MASTERS: Ahh!!
..and is promptly grabbed round the throat by Jakob Mayhem, who plants him with a huge chokeslam.
DANIELS: Well THAT'll kill your momentum!
Marsham dives into the ring, looking to avenge his partner. However, Jakob sees him coming, and gives the Epitome a chokeslam of his own, leaving both opponents crumpled in a heap on the canvas.
DANIELS: Payne down! Marsham down! And now, suddenly, Team Buzzsaw have the advantage in this contest!
Mayhem stares down at his lifeless opponents, then turns to look at Buzzsaw, a wry smile on his face as he walks over to the adjacent corner and steps out onto the apron. Buzzsaw watches him, a small, slightly pained smirk spreading across his own face as he gets gingerly back to his feet.
DANIELS: The champ is up, and he has both members of the opposition at his mercy!
Very slowly, Buzzsaw approaches his opponents, the smirk on his face now looking somewhat sadistic. He bends down over Payne.. then snaps back up, and steps over to Justin Marsham.
DANIELS: Oh, here we go!
The crowd gets excitedly to their feet, waiting to see Buzzsaw finally exact his retribution on the Epitome for his actions towards Hank. As if sensing the anticipation, Buzzsaw decides to string things out a bit, pulling Marsham slowly up to his feet. However, the fans anticipation is then quickly turned to disappointment, as Buzz simply turns and tosses Marsham out through the ropes, the Epitome landing with a thud on the floor. The crowd starts to jeer slightly, to which Buzzsaw responds by just pointing to his wrist, as if tapping a watch.
DANIELS: Well, that may not have been what the fans wanted to see, but you'd have to say it's sensible on Buzzsaw's part; Payne IS the legal man, after all!
MASTERS: Wuss.
Buzz turns his attentions back to Payne, picking him up and cracking him the jaw with a right hand. Payne staggers backwards against the ropes, and Buzzsaw strikes him a few more times, capping things off with a knee to the midsection. Buzz then whips Payne across the ring, and catches him on the rebound with a back body drop. Buzzsaw turns and watches as Payne pushes himself back up, then swiftly drops him again with a big clothesline. Buzzsaw picks Payne up again, and hits a T-Bone suplex, rolling over for the cover..
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DANIELS: Near fall! I thought he had him there!
Unpeturbed, Buzzsaw picks Payne back up to his feet, and leads him over to the corner. He dumps him against the turnbuckle, and tags in Mayhem before putting a few boots into his midsection as Mayhem steps over the top rope into the ring.
DANIELS: Tag made, and here comes Jakob Mayhem for his first OFFICIAL involvement as part of the EWA roster!
Buzzsaw steps aside, allowing Mayhem to throw a HUGE right hook into the head of Payne, almost knocking him completely off his feet. Mayhem nudges him back upright, only to thump him again.. and again.. and again, before capping things off with a big back elbow. Mayhem then pulls Payne away, and whips him in the direction of his own corner.. but keeps hold, drawing him back in.. then ducks, grabs Payne around the waist, and drives him spinebuster-style against the turnbuckle.
DANIELS: What impact there from Jakob Mayhem!! Payne could've just had the wind well and truly taken out of his lungs there!!!
Mayhem steps out from the corner, allowing Payne to stumble forwards. This allows Mayhem to hoist him up onto his shoulders into a fireman's carry, the big man pausing for a moment before swinging Payne round and planting him with a huge facebuster.
DANIELS: And a move like that might just finish this thing off completely! The cover...
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Mayhem jumps back to his feet, glaring at Marsham as the referee forces the Epitome away towards his corner. Marsham just stares right back at Mayhem, looking as cold and emotionless as ever as he steps through the ropes back onto the apron. The staredown continues for a few moments, Mayhem taking a single step forward as he perhaps contemplates going after Marsham. After a few seconds, he changes his mind, and turns his attentions back to Payne, hauling Black Jesus off the mat. However, he still appears at least partially-focused on Marsham, which affords Payne the opportunity to snap down to his knees and catch the big man with a jawbreaker.
DANIELS: Oh, wait a second!
Mayhem stumbles backwards, and Payne staggers back to his feet, following up his jawbreaker with a standing dropkick.
DANIELS: Black Jesus is fighting back!
Mayhem stumbles back further, as Payne forces himself back up again. Payne turns and hits the ropes.. Mayhem attempts a clothesline.. but Payne ducks.. Mayhem turns.. just as Payne leaps up onto the second rope, and springboards off, catching Mayhem in the side of the head with a roundhouse kick that finally drops the big man down.
DANIELS: The Bitch Kick! One of Payne's signature maneuvres! Could that be the turning point!?
MASTERS: PRAISE THE LORD!!!
Both men lay on the canvas, although Mayhem still seems in rather a better state than Payne. Slowly, Payne begins to crawl towards his corner, just as Mayhem begins to get back to his feet. Rather than attempting to cut Payne off, however, Mayhem steps over to his own corner, a smirk on his face as he tags in Buzzsaw.
DANIELS: Mayhem makes the tag, and it looks like we're about to see hostilities resume between the World Heavyweight Champion and the Number One Contender!
The crowd explodes as Buzz steps into the ring, eyes fixed on Marsham as Payne continues to crawl. Marsham extends his hand, waiting anxiously as his partner inches closer.. closer.. closer...
MASTERS: HERE WE G-wait, what!?
Just as Payne pulls himself within tagging distance, Marsham hops down off the apron, electing instead to offer encouragement for his partner to pick himself up and carry on.
DANIELS: Well I dunno what the hell Marsham is thinking here.. there's no way Black Jesus can continue for too long in his current condition!
MASTERS: He has a plan, Jarred.. he always has a plan!
Payne looks out through the ropes at Marsham, confused as to why he's still the legal man. Marsham just continues to shout encouragement, however, motioning for him to get back into the ring.
DANIELS: You say plan.. some might call it a yellow streak...
MASTERS: How dare you!
Buzzsaw looks out at Marsham as well, looking every bit as disappointed at Marsham's actions as Payne and the jeering EWA fans. Ever the professional, however, he steps up to Payne, pulling him up off the ropes and hitting him with a backdrop. Buzz gets back up, and bounces off the ropes, hitting a standing senton splash to the sternum. He covers..
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DANIELS: OH! Another near-fall!!
Buzzsaw throws a few fists into the face of Payne, then gets up and follows up with a few stomps to the chest. Buzz looks out at Marsham, who is still yet to return to the apron, and steps up to the ropes, throwing a few choice words in the Epitome's direction.
DANIELS: Buzzsaw letting Marsham know just what he thinks of his actions so far tonight...
MASTERS: Keep your eye on the match, you moron!
Buzz turns back to the ring, and tags in Mayhem. Mayhem pulls Payne back to his feet, and hoists him up off the ground, taking a moment to point at Marsham before carrying Payne over towards the corner and dumping him on his back just in front of the turnbuckle.
DANIELS: Mayhem perhaps preparing to send a little message to Justin Marsham.. wait, is he..?
MASTERS: Oh my god...
DANIELS: Jakob Mayhem.. is climbing the turnbuckle!?
MASTERS: This can't be good!
DANIELS: That's over 300lbs, fixing to come crashing down on another human being's body...
Jakob gingerly stands on the top rope, teetering slightly as he braces.. bends.. and leaps, hitting a picture-perfect moonsault..
*THUD*
..right onto the canvas.
MASTERS: HaHAAA!!!
DANIELS: Nobody home! Jakob Mayhem crashes and burns! And that's like a 747 coming down!!
Mayhem writhes about on the floor, clutching his ribs, as Payne sits wide-eyed in the corner, having rolled out of harm's way just before the impact. After a few seconds, Black Jesus pulls himself to his feet.. and is promptly slapped on the shoulder by Marsham, the referee signalling it as a tag.
DANIELS: Oh, NOW he wants in!
Marsham steps through the ropes, as Payne stares at him with a mixture of confusion and anger. Marsham steps up behind Mayhem, stalking the big man as he slowly starts to rise. When he gets to his knees, Marsham strikes, locking in a Cobra Clutch. Mayhem thrashes about, getting to his feet in an attempt to break the hold. Marsham keeps it locked in tight, however, until he snaps Mayhem back with a Russian Leg Sweep, dropping him to the mat
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DANIELS: Nice Russian Leg Sweep by Marsham, after using that Cobra Clutch to wear the big man down enough to manipulate his position.
Marsham rolls through and hops to his feet, circling the ring as Mayhem slowly picks himself up again. Marsham grabs him, and attempts an Irish whip.. but Mayhem reverses, sending Marsham to the ropes.. Marsham rebounds.. ducks a clothesline.. and leaps elbows-first into Buzzsaw, knocking the World Champion down to the floor.
MASTERS: Bullseye!!!
DANIELS: Marsham caught the Champ off guard there, and in doing so may have temporarily eliminated him from this contest!
Marsham steps back from the ropes, a smirk on his face as he looks down at Buzzsaw lying uncomfortably on the floor. He turns round..
*BOOM!!!*
..right into a Derailer from Mayhem, the ring shaking from the impact.
DANIELS: OH! But he also temporarily himself forgot about Mayhem, which frankly is one of the worst things a professional wrestler can do!
Mayhem slowly gets to his feet, pulling Marsham up with him. He shoves Marsham's head between his legs, and hoists his legs off the floor, pausing for a moment before nailing a piledriver. Mayhem then spins Marsham round, so his head is nearest the ropes, and drags him into the centre of the ring. He rolls Marsham onto his back, and grabs one of his ankles..
DANIELS: Oh, hold on now!
MASTERS: You can't be serious..
Mayhem twists, tying up Marsham's legs and locking in a Figure-Four Leg-lock.
DANIELS: FIGURE FOUR! Jakob Mayhem with a submission maneuvre.. on the self-titled Epitome of Technical Finesse!
Marsham roars in pain, his legs being contorted around the tree trunk-like legs of Jakob Mayhem. He reaches back, desperately trying to find the ropes which lie agonisingly out of reach.
MASTERS: Reach, Justin! REACH!!!
DANIELS: Marsham with no-where to go! He's gotta either tap out and lose the match.. or try and find some way of overpowering the giant Mayhem, and breaking the hold himself!
MASTERS: No problem.. right!?
Unsurprising picking the second option, Marsham attempts to roll onto his stomach, looking to reverse the hold and the switch the pain and pressure from him to Mayhem. However, this proves a little problematic, owing in no small part to the near-100lbs weight difference between the two.
DANIELS: Marsham trying desperately to roll out of it.. can he do it? Can he..
Marsham forces Mayhem just about onto his side.. but is then snapped right back into place, Mayhem now wrenching even harder at the hold.
DANIELS: NO! Mayhem's power overcomes him!
Marsham presses his fists into his face, desperately fighting against the pain coursing through his body. Changing tact, he tries to reach for the ropes again, managing to drag himself a few inches closer to salvation. However, he appears unable to manage much more, and begins clawing at his own face again in desperation.
DANIELS: He's gotta tap.. he's gotta tap! There's no way out of this now!
In one last act of desperation, Marsham attempts to roll Mayhem again. And, with a huge, defiant roar.. he succeeds.
MASTERS: YES!!!
DANIELS: BAH GAWD! Marsham reverses! And all the pressure.. all the pain.. is now directed right onto the legs of Mayhem!!
Mayhem now cries out in pain, just as Marsham had been moments before. However, the exertion put in to escape the hold has taken its toll on the Epitome, rendering him unable to properly maintain pressure. Instead, he just flops to the mat, his legs untangling from around Mayhem's and breaking the hold.
DANIELS: But it was too much.. too much for Marsham to turn it around and keep it going!
MASTERS: Dammit! COME ON JUSTIN!!!
Slowly, Marsham begins to pull himself up, using the ring ropes to take some of the strain off his obviously uneasy legs. Mayhem gets up too, quicker than Marsham, but takes a moment to compose himself as he waits for his opponent to rise. Marsham turns, and Mayhem grabs hold, whipping him off the ropes. Mayhem goes for a clothesline, but Marsham ducks.. rebounds.. and slams face-first into the canvas, before being dragged under the ropes by Buzzsaw, who unleashes a flurry of mounted punches to the Epitome's head.
DANIELS: Oh, and there's Buzzsaw.. finally exacting some revenge on the Number One Contender to his World Heavyweight Championship!!!
MASTERS: No fair!! He's not even legal!!!
After a few moments, Buzzsaw pulls Marsham to his feet, and throws him head-first into the ring steps. He then steps over to the kendo stick used against him by Marsham at the start of the contest, and picks it up off the floor, twirling it between his fingers.
DANIELS: Uh-oh, Buzzsaw has that kendo stick.. this does not bode well for the Epitome of Technical Finesse!
With menace in his eyes, Buzzsaw steps slowly towards a dazed Marsham. Suddenly, his attention is diverted by Mayhem, who shouts at him from back in the ring, arms out by his sides.
DANIELS: Hmm, well Mayhem doesn't seem particularly approving of his partner's actions here.. perhaps understandably. He did seem to have Marsham pretty much right where he wanted him.
MASTERS: Well, I dunno about that.. but I DO know that Buzzsaw once again let his ego take over, and decided to try and steal the spotlight once again!
Buzz and Mayhem engage in a debate for a few moments, until..
*CRACK!*
..Mayhem is cracked in the back of the legs by a blinged-up cane, wielded by Marcellus Payne.
DANIELS: PAYNE! PAYNE IS BACK!
MASTERS: HALLELUJAH!!!
Mayhem drops to a knee..
*CRACK!*
..then down to the mat completely, as Payne swings the cane across his spine.
DANIELS: What a shot!
Payne backs up, motioning for Mayhem to get to his feet. However, his attention is quickly diverted by Buzzsaw sliding under the ropes, kendo stick still in hand. Buzzsaw jumps to his feet, and marches over towards Payne. Payne raises the cane, but Buzzsaw catches him with a kick to the gut. Payne doubles over, and Buzzsaw cracks the kendo stick over Payne's back. Payne stumbles forwards, almost falling against the ropes. He pulls himself upright, and turns round.. just as Buzzsaw comes charging in, clotheslining him over the top rope and sending both men crashing down to the outside, just in front of the announce tables.
MASTERS: Good grief!!
DANIELS: A HARD fall there for Buzzsaw and Payne, but it doesn't appear to have slowed them up too much, both men now brawling on the floor in front of us here!
In the ring, Mayhem gingerly picks himself back up, hobbling slightly on one leg as he presses a hand on his side. He looks out at the brawl as he attempts to steady himself, then turns to the side..
*CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!*
DANIELS: OH MY GOD!! Marsham with.. I guess a modified version of his Air Marsham.. just cracked Mayhem at full-tilt, right between the eyes, with a steel chair!!
MASTERS: That even hurt just watching it!
Marsham rolls across the ring as Mayhem crumples to the mat. The chair bounces between the two of them, having been dislodged from Marsham's grip by the force of the impact. Marsham quickly hops back to his feet, with Mayhem - surprisingly - not too far behind, although the big man looks decidedly more unbalanced than his opponent. Marsham grabs the chair, and hits the ropes, blasting Mayhem in the head once again on the rebound.
DANIELS: FOR GOD'S SAKES!!!
Mayhem crumples to the mat once again, blood now beginning to run down his face. Marsham takes a moment to admire his handiwork, then glances outside the ring, where Payne is just stumbling to his feet in front of the announce table.. as Buzzsaw watches from the corner of the ring...
MASTERS: Oh bloody hell, I've got a bad feeling about this...
Suddenly, Buzzsaw charges..
DANIELS: LOOK OUT!!
*CCCRRRAAASSSHHH!!!*
..and spears Payne THROUGH the announce table, leaving the two men laying on the floor in the middle of a pile of broken wood, plastic and electrical equipment.
CROWD: THAT WAS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THAT WAS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
DANIELS: !!!
MASTERS: !?!?
DANIELS: ...
Back in the ring, Marsham simply shrugs, and turns his attention back to the near-lifeless Mayhem, nudging him and encouraging him to roll over onto his stomach. When he does, Marsham raises the chair high above his head..
*TTHHWWAACCKK!!*
..and brings it crashing down over Mayhem's skull, with such force that once again, the chair is jolted from his grip.
DANIELS: !!!
Marsham then grabs a fistful of Mayhem's hair, and lifts his increasingly-bloody face off the canvas, sliding the chair underneath it.
MASTERS: ...
DANIELS: !?!?
Marsham then steps over Mayhem's body, and grabs him by the wrists, hauling his head and chest off the canvas once again.
DANIELS: !!!
Marsham takes a brief moment to look down at the remains of the announce table, where Buzzsaw is slowly crawling out of the wreckage. Marsham then places his foot on the back of Mayhem's neck, and hits a devestating Curb Stomp, driving Mayhem's face hard into the steel chair for the third time in quick succession. Marsham then rolls Mayhem over, and drops to the mat, as Buzzsaw desperately tries to struggle back to his feet.
DANIELS: !!!
MASTERS: !!!
DANIELS: !!!
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*DING DING DING!*
The referee raises Marsham's hand in victory, as Buzzsaw rolls into the ring a fraction too late.
FABIAN: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.. THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH... MARCELLUS PAYNE.. AND JJJJJUUUUUSSSSSTTTTTIIIIINNNNN MMMMMAAAAARRRRRSSSSSHHHHHAAAAAMMMMM!!!!!
Buzzsaw immediately makes a beeline for the Marsham, but the Epitome pulls hard on the referee's arm, throwing him into the Champion and cutting off his pursuit. The momentary distraction allows Marsham to slide out of the ring, and make his way back up the ramp, a smirk on his face as he stares down the Hardcore Icon. The camera focuses briefly on the referee tending to Mayhem, as well as a rather sour-looking Payne being checked on by Jenkins, before cutting back to the staredown - Buzzsaw looking set to explode, Marsham almost mocking in his non-celebration of victory -
Daniels: Wow, what a main event, and Marsham now going strong into next Shatter Point, the last before he finally meets Buzzsaw for the coveted EWA championship that Buzz has held since our opening night.
Masters: It's been a great show inside and amazing arena
Daniels: It certainly has, we've seen some unexpected comebacks, we've seen careers end, and we've seen the crowning of a new champion
Masters: Oh god, don't remind me
Daniels: All that's left to do now is say goodnight and see you nex... wait, what?
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The screen is showing the outside of the arena, a few people who had left early to perhaps beat the rush of traffic are instead croded at the base of one of the columns supporting the arena. Xavier Reid has J.A Sawyer up in the air and brings him crashing down onto the concrete. Sawyer by now is a bloody mess, his face is crimson and Reid is not letting up, hitting rights hard into the Working Mans head. He grabs the title and smshes it down on Sawyers head, and as the impact takes hold Sawyer finally goes limp. Breathing hard Xavier signals for a referee that was standing to the side to come over and make the count. He drapes himself over the lifeless form of Sawyer and the referee makes the count
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Xavier stands triumphantly as the now larger audience boos on in the background. He picks up the title and holds it in the air. The excersion of the brutal beating delivered obviously taking its toll. A few members of the crowd start pointing up behing Reids back and the camera follows the looks... to see El Pablo scaling down the mighty column above Reids head
Daniels: He has to still be twenty feet in the air... Pablo, don't do it!
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El Pablo rolls off of Xavier Reid, he too know lifeless on the concrete. The referee hands Pablo the belt and he looks down at it. A smile breaks over his face and the crowd surround him. A few seconds later he is up on the fans shoulders and being carried back into the foyer, past the box office and through the doors to the arena. When the crowd meet the still amassed audience inside Pablo is surfed, on his back, title clutched to his chest, over to the barricade where he jumps down and nearly collapses at ringside. Brian Blaze, Jace Champion, Eli Sweeney and Cristal run down to the ring to an explosion form the fans
Daniels: Here comes Too Damn Sexy to get their boy into the ring. That leap was insane and it's definetly taken its toll on the 5 star superstar
Masters: I'm grudgingly impressed myself, but Reid should be champion in my eyes
Daniels: Dont ruin the moment William
Jace, Blaze and Eli all support El Pablo as he looks around at the fans, dazed and the reaction only gets louder. They carry him ovder to a corner where he assures them that he's okay and the other three nod, going to seperate corners. All four men raise to a corner each as ''Sexy Results'' starts to blare over the speakers. Each member plays to the fans before Pablo sinks off the turnbuckle almost knocking the waiting Cristal down, but she holds him up, and the five meet back in the center of the ring as Maxwell Fabian goes to the ring apron and looks out
Fabian: AND NEW UNDERGROUND CHAMPION.... THE FIVE STAR SUPERSTAR.... EL......PABLOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Daniels: He deserves it, but i can't wait to see how he deals with the 24/7 rules. It should be fun
All the men raise their arms as Cristal plants a kiss on Pablos cheek, he smiles and looks down on the belt as chants break out across the arena
TDS TDS TDS TDS
and the screen fades to black
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