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SHATTER POINT 6/7/11
The scene opens with camera panning the large domes building that encompasses the EWA Colosseum. The camera pans down and around, taking in the whole scene, the pillars, the grey/white stone, finally resting 100 feet from the croded arched entrance. The camera shoots forward and fades to black.
The scene comes back up to the packed rounded interior of the Colosseum. The raised balcony that runs high around the interior full of thousands of screaming fans. Two large screens hang opposite each other, the bottom of which are still above the crowd amassed around the ring area. Fireworks shoot up from the stage area in front of the huge arched screen that splits to become the wrestlers' entrance to the arena. On screen riht now is the EWA opening video, cheers erupt when the screen opens and the flamboyant Maxwell Fabian steps out onto the stage, walking to the ring with a mic in hand. He enters the ring and waves to the balcony before speaking
Fabian: HELLLLLOOOOOOOOOO EWA! And welcome to our second ever broadcast from inside the Colosseum
Huge cheers meet this statement
Fabian: And as we all know the night just wouldn't be the same with the voices of EWA. So put your hands together... take them apart... put them together again.... take them apart again... put them together again.... repeat as necessary.... and welcome JARRED DANIELS AND WILLIAM MASTERS!!!
The screen splits to a huge response from the audience as Jarred and William walk down to the commentators desk and fit their headsets
Daniels: Hello everyone and welcome to what is sure to be an exciting night in EWA as we have our go-home Shatter Point, our last show before Retalliation. This is sure to be a huge Shatter Point, and with only one or two matches set in stone there is alot to look forward to. Through the week Buzzsaw issued a statement online telling fans that he has a huge announcement this week, anticiaption has piqued as to what this could be and i can't wait to find out, Buzzsaw and Marsham is one of the matches set for Retalliation, a match that has been building now for an impressive 4 months, it will surely be the pinacle of what Retalliation is going to be. How will his annnouncement affect that match... if at all. The other match that we know we're going to see is for the International Championship, seeing Buck Evans taking on Alexander Slate... and speaking of which it seems we have the Intenational Champion on hand right now for an interview backstage... let's go there now.
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-The camera cuts to the interview area where Ryan Lewis is standing next to the EWA International Champion Buck Evans.-
Ryan Lewis: Last week my next guest suffered a surprising loss at the hands of Jun Yao, being choked out by the Straight Jacket Choke, Buck as the EWA International Champion you have a huge target on your back week in and week out, with your eyes set on Alexander Slate did you simple over look Jun last week?
-Buck has a bitter look on his face as he stairs down at Ryan Lewis-
Daniels: A very valid question.
Masters: Sure if you want to get your head ripped off.
Ryan Lewis: There are some that are starting to say that you might be over your head
Buck grabs Ryan by his jacket.
Buck Evans: Yeah, who’s saying that? Why don’t they walk up to me and say that to my face, because they are scared, it’s why they say this shit behind my back because they know I would stomp a mud hole in em.
Ryan Lewis: I’m just going by what I’ve seen, last week you lost a man you have owned
Buck Evans: I still own him
-From off camera you hear someone clapping.-
Xavier Reid: Yeah you really owned him, I really like the part last week where your arm fell down three times like a wet noodle, you really owned his ass Buck, made that title proud.
Buck Evans: Who the hell do you think you are son? You interrupt my TV time
Xavier Reid: Who am I, well I’m a member of the International community Buck, the people you represent and I have to say we are disappointed in you Buck. Look at you, you’re huge and that small stick choked you out, CHOKED YOU OUT. Buck man come on
Buck Evans: Son you are way too small to have such a big mouth, do you know who the hell you are talking to? I’m the EWA International Champion boy and last I knew you are man that this company doesn’t want and if you don’t shut that trap of yours you will be a man drinking out of a straw!
Xavier Reid: Oh I know who I’m talking to, the fraud that is posing as the International Champion. You see I watched that match, the International Gauntlet Match, job well done Tex, you beat a who’s who of crap! The list of men that compete in that match was pathetic and that includes you pal. The belt is supposed to be worn by the best international wrestler in the world and you are it? Hell no, you beat scrubs you hick! Jay Encina, he’s not even on the roster anymore, Mountain Man, well I guess he’s lost somewhere in the woods these days, Tim Timmons, FIRED! Dennis Clayton gone, Spike, well I took him out last week and people are still talking about that. The only two men left around here are Alexander Slate and Jun Yao and the latter choked your fat ass out last week. They want an International field and these are the men they come up with, it’s insulting! A slap in the face, how the hell does someone like have a job here let alone a title while I’m being black balled? Are you kidding me?
Daniels: Buck do us a favor and just kill this punk.
Masters: I'm caught, i mean, i think Buck is a great champion, but at the same time Xavier brings up a few valid points and deserves to be on this roster.
Buck Evans: Oh poor Xavier Reid, it’s simple kid, you just were not good enough to compete at my lever! Plain and simple, you think you are great but the rest of us see you for what you are, OVER RATED!
-Buck takes a step towards Xavier and Xavier steps in so that the two are nose t nose.-
Xavier Reid: OVER RATED?
Buck Evans: I didn’t stutter BOY!
-Xavier strikes with a head butt to the face of Buck Evans.-
Daniels: What the hell is he thinking?
Masters: You don’t call him a boy, Xavier Reid is a man and Buck just might have got in over his head.
-Ryan Lewis bails as Xavier picks up the EWA International Championship Belt.-
Daniels: Xavier has the belt and is lining Buck up
Masters: It's a shame it's went like this, those two would have been formidable as allys
-Xavier runs and crushes that title right into the face of Buck Evans sending him falling backwards. Xavier drops down on top of Buck and reigns down rights to the champions face.-
Xavier Reid: Over rated am I?
-Xavier jumps off and goes off camera.-
Daniels: Xavier Reid is a lunatic, he just assaulted our International Champion.
-Xavier comes back in the shot with a steel chair.-
Masters: Looks like he’s going to do more than just assault him.
-Xavier explodes with a chair shot to Buck’s face sending blood flying out of his nose and mouth and sending Buck crashing to the concrete floor.-
Daniels: Xavier Reid might have just caved in Buck Evans’s face with that chair shot.
Masters: Doesn’t look like he’s finished.
-Xavier puts the chair over the face of Buck Evans and grabs another chair, he lifts it over his head and brings it down over the chair that is covering the face of Buck Evans. Buck thrashes around in pain, blood pouring out off his face.-
Daniels: SOMEONE GET BACK THERE AND STOP THIS!!!
Masters: I agree, this needs to stop. I want Xavier, but we can't lose Buck
-Xavier grabs the belt and holds it in the face of Buck Evans.-
Xavier Reid: YOU THINK YOU DESERVE TO A CHAMPION? DO YOU BUCK?
-Xavier rips Buck Evans up and sends him face first into that chair with a snap DDT.-
Daniels: Xavier has gone too far here.
-Xavier backs up and looks into the camera with a look of absolute rage on his face, he grabs the chair and opens it slightly and put it on the ankle of Buck Evans.-
Daniels: No, DAMN IT XAVIER, SOMEONE STOP HIM! THIS IS GOING TO FAR!
Masters: Who’s going to try, look at what he’s doing to Buck Evans.
-Xavier hooks the chair around the ankle and grabs the other chair.-
Xavier Reid: COME ON YOU SUM BITCH! GET UP!!!!
-Xavier brings the chair down across the chair around Buck’s ankle, over and over again, Buck rolling around in pain from what has to be a broken ankle.-
Daniels: HE BROKE THAT ANKLE, OH MY GOD, OUR INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!!
Masters: Buck is trying to get that chair off his ankle but Xavier continues to reign away with chair shots.
-Xavier gives one final chair shot to that ankle and then drives the base of the chair into the ribs of Buck, who finally goes limp. Xavier tosses the chair aside.-
Daniels: This is enough Buck is helpless.
-Xavier pulls Buck up and eyes the giant glass door leading to the communal area, he spins and sends Buck flying through the glass door. Buck hits the floor covered in blood and glass, Xavier dusts off his hands and walks over to the EWA International Championship Belt and picks it up and smiles, he puts it over his shoulder and walks off camera.-
Daniels: GET THE EMT’S BACK THERE NOW! This is a disaster. Who the hell let that madman into the building?
EMTs rush into the shot and a stretcher is taken over to Buck Evans, from the side of the shot rushes in a pretty blonde, known in wrestling circles as Karen Evans, Buck's wife. She lays down by the bloodied and broken Buck speaking to the EMTs, though the words aren't distinguishable. She goes inside to where the chairs used in the assault are laying and picks one up, smashing it on the closest wall over and over again. Her face red, flushed with anger and intensity
Karen: Mother Fucker, Mother Fucker, Mother Fucker.
Each yell is puncuated by another smack to the wall, finally she stops, dropping the chair. Her hair is tangled over her face and her breathing heavy. Buck rushes past now strapped to the stretcher and Karen sinks, back to the wall, leaning heavily on it as the screen fades to black
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There is almost sympathy in the crowd for Buck as the camera comes back up
Daniels: Everyone here in this arena is just shocked to silence, that was a vicious assault at the hands of Xavier Reid, all for the want of a contract, Buck had nothing to do with it
Masters: Agreed, this could all have been avoided though
Daniels: AVOIDED... how could you you stupid son of a...
AC/DC blasts through the speakers and the slience quickly turns to cheers as the screen splits and ''The Fans Man'' Frankie Manning steps through onto the stage. His long leather coat and baseball cap firmly in place, along with his trademark headset on, he looks a little subdued
Manning: Hello Ladies and Gentlemen
A huge cheer greets his opening sentence
Manning: Welcome to another edition of Shatter Point. Before i continue, i just want to apologise for what tyou just witnessed, that should never have happened, and rest assured you will be updated through the show about your IN champions condition. Also be rest assured that the perpetrator will be dealt with
Applause meets this statement, but Manning battles on
Manning: Onto tonight though, there is so much to get through. I know some of you keep up to date with EWA on our website ewaefed dot ucoz dot com, and through that those that do will be aware that we have been working dilligently to sign new and great talent for our roster. We have expanded significantly and throughout the night you will be treated to introductions from some of these new starts. Be warned, you may not like them all, but i guarentee that every one, to a man will give their all in that ring.
Cheers are cut off from Manning
Manning: Sorry.... did i say ''to a man''?
Those that know what's coming already start cheering, but some are silent, waiting to find out where Manning is going with this
Manning: Well... i'm going to have to apologise, because that isn't strictly true any more. You see EWA prides itself on being a forward thinking and innovative promotion. We look at what the others have to offer and improve on it. One tried and, lets face it, failed concept is what has become, almost jokingly known, as the ''womens division''.
A few laughs break out among the fans
Manning: It's true, it's been classed as second rate, and in some cases the ''bathroom break'' division. Now we know there are talented females out there, just as there are males, and we thought to ourselves ''why doesn't this division ever get over with the fans''? Then it struck us... not because of lack of time, or lack of talent, but lack of COMPETITION! You see everywhere else are seperatist, the females are put to the side because the males are, mistakenly, thought of as the best, the fittest, the big draws. We here at EWA aim to break the mold, and show that this isn't true. So with that in mind. And effective IMMEDIATELY, EWA is a mixed sex promotion
A huge cheer fills the arena
Manning: That's right, no longer second class or minor league all women are viable for every belt and every match that a man is. They will fight alongside and against every male on the roster. I guarentee they will show as much, if not more, athletic prowess and star power than the male dominated industry has allowed then to do before. Some names will be familiar. For instance Ruthless aggression and Princess of Hometown Heroes are now active wrestlers
Another cheer
Manning: And another name you might recognise, going by the name of Cristal...
Any other word, even through his speaker accented headset is drowned out as chants of
CRISTAL CRISTAL CRISTAL
Break out over the arena. Feet thumping on the floors and hands clapping together as the fan favourite is announced as being an active competitor. After a few moments it dies down and gives Manning a chance to continue
Manning: and some names will be entirely new, female AND male. Now you're going to be seeing alot of me throughout the night. You guys know how i operate by now. I don't like to do too much behind the scenes, i like to bring it all to you live. In keeping with that trend i'm going to be creating matches for Retalliation throughout the night here. So there will be suprises aplenty, not only for you, but the guys in the back too, i know how much they all love suprises
The fans man laughs before continuing
Manning: For right now though i think we need to get on with the show, i have a champion i need to check on. I'll see you all soon
Woth a wave the screen splits again and Manning steps through to the back as the cheers erupt.
Daniels: Etimes in EWA
Masters: Sure is... women... i mean... women? Wrestling? Come on!
Daniels: Trust you to be dispareging, how about reserving judgement for once?
Masters: Fine... fine, i'll ''reserve judgement''. don't expect me to liek ti though, that's all i'm saying
Daniels: Well speaking of changes and new starts we have one of our well known ''Imperial Induction'' matches coming up to showcase some of the new talent around, so without further...
Men start to come out of the staging area, alot of stagehands carrying varying props, beggining to erect them quickly as a man appears from out with them, obviously not part of the crew, directing them this way and that, before getting in the ring
Daniels: I'm getting tired of being interrupted
Masters: Why break the habit. Most of the viewers know when something's about to happen, it's when you start a sentence
Daniels: Can't even disagree with you there
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-Jason Ingle stands in the ring in the middle of a fancy set design that is something obviously ripped straight from a late night television show.-
Daniels: What the hell is going on here?
Masters: Isn’t it obvious, my new favorite wrestler is about to make his debut!
Daniels: New favorite? You haven’t even seen the guy in action yet!
Masters: Listen, any guy who pulls out these kinds of stops to open a show, DEFINITELY get’s my vote!
Jason Ingle: Ladies and gentlemen, heeerreeee’s your host, CHRIS JOHNSON!!!
Daniels: Host?
-”Mother Fucker of the Year” by Motley Crue blares over the p.a. System as Chris Johnson comes strutting from behind the entrance screen. Jackson Cage is in front of him, keeping any potential threats at bay. As Johnson walks down the ramp, what seems like THOUSANDS of Fireworks and pyro explode behind him and over head, it’s as overblown as a typical "Wrestlemania opening sequence”-
Masters: This is AWESOME! This guy is the definition of GRAND FASHION.
Daniels: No, what this is, is ridiculous!
Masters: as the saying goes "Haters gonna hate Daniels” haters gonna hate!
-CJ enters the ring and immediately hits the turnbuckles, playing to the crowd, which still hasn’t quite made out what to think of him yet. His smile however, is a mile wide as he’s basking in this moment for what seems like an eternity. Johnson high fives Ingle, who is now making his way to the ousite of the ring. He walks up to the leather host chair behind the Oakwood desk, smiles one more time, then eases his way into the cheer, admiring every cushion along the way.-
Daniels: This guy is REALLY feeling himself isn’t he?
Masters: You wouldn’t understand Daniels!
Daniels: And you would?
Masters: Of course, us big time hosts roll together!
Daniels: Jesus...
-Back in the ring, Johnson taps the mic a few times, testing the sound, when it’s where he wants it, he signals for the arena to cut his music-
Johnson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, LIVE FROM HOLLYWOOD CALIFORNIA-
-And with that, the crowd begins to boo like crazy-
Daniels: Does he REALIZE we’re in New York ?
Masters: NO! Do these people realize he just brought a piece of Hollywood right to their front doorsteps?!
Johnson: Wait, wait. QUIET ON SET, QUIET ON SET!
-The boo’ing grows louder-
Daniels: And these fans are really beginning to let Johnson have it now.
Masters: More haters!
Johnson: Let’s try this again! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, LIVE FROM HOLLYWOOD CALIFORNIA !!!
Crowd Chants: NEW-FUCKIN-YORK, NEW-FUCKIN-YORK, NEW-FUCKIN-YORK
Johnson: Welcome, to the inaugural episode, of THE CASTING COUCH!!!
-The big screen flashes "Applause” which naturally seems to drive the crowd even more insane-
Daniels: It appears the EWA crowd is quickly growing tired of this guys antics.
Masters: Quiet, this is my first time being a part of a large stupid audience, I’m trying to take it all in!
-Johnson, visibly upset, gives Ingle some type of gesture. Ingle reaches into a briefcase that is set beside his chair outside the ring. He reaches into the case and pulls out some type of remote-
Johnson: I’m your host, "THE A-LISTER”, CHRIS JOHNSON!
BOOOOOOO!!!!
-Ingle begins to turn a dial on the remote he pulled out of the case. Suddenly generic studio cheering begins to fill the arena in an attempt to drown out the crowds response.-
Daniels: What the hell? Is he-?
Masters: GENIUS, ABSOLUTELY GENIUS!
-The crowd and the generic cheering go back and forth, drowning one another out over the loud speaker-
Johnson: It goes to a hundred folks, and he’s only at THIRTY-FIVE!
Daniels: CHRIST! We’re all going to go deaf.
Masters: Not if these ingrates can learn to appreciate greatness!
Johnson: On this show, MY SHOW, I’ll be interviewing all your favorite wrestlers, celebrities and reality tv stars, asking them the questions YOU, want the answers to! All in an attempt, to SAVE this dump, you all call home!
Daniels: Seriously, are this guys fifteen minutes up yet??
Masters: You disgust me Daniels!
Johnson: First up, will be the first ever "ASK CJ” segment of the show, where I will be answering questions sent in by YOU the fans!
Masters: Oh man, I wish I woulda known, I would’ve sent in a question!
Daniels: You’re almost as full of Chris Johnson, as Chris Johnson is!
Master: FUCK YES! Wait...what?
Johnson: Ingle, screen please!
-Ingle hits another button on the remote. Suddenly, what looks like a giant 42 inch IPAD begins to descend from the rafters.-
Daniels: I don’t believe this!
Masters: It’s like that commercial, "you got the wrong tv silly head”.
-Johnson is now up and standing near the screen as hit has come to a stop about 6 feet above the ring-
Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen, the I-TV!! And NO, it’s not out yet, only a true King of late night would be able to pull this off, and I did it, for all of you!
-The crowds reaction is mixed as some of them actually seem impressed by yet another fancy Apple product. Johnson taps the screen, opening up a series of questions. He scrolls through a few before finally making his selection-
Johnson: Alright, question number 1 from "CJ is GOD”..is, why the EWA, and why now? Well "CJ is GOD”, nice screen name by the way. The answer is quite simple. the EWA needs a hero, it needs SAVING. It needs someone worth watching! Quite frankly, the EWA needs, A RATINGS BOOST!!!
Daniels: I beg to differ!
Masters: Don’t interrupt!!!
Johnson: And these fans, well they need someone worth cheering for, and that someone is me!
-The crowd begins to go absolutely insane. Ingle is trying his best to drown out the boo’ing but it’s to no avail, as each time he cranks the dial, the audience finds an octave to match. Johnson stands in the ring, his smile slowly fading. He looks around at the audience which is absolutely going ape shit at this point-
Johnson: QUIET ON SET, PLEASE!!!
Daniels: This heat is un-real, I can barely hear myself think! This guy has done himself NO favors in making friends here in his EWA debut!
Masters: I really don’t understand what these people have against this guy, he could be anywhere in the world he wants to be right now, and he CHOSE to be here, for THEM!
Daniels: Please tell me you’re not buying that Masters!
-Johnson is beginning to pace back and forth in the ring, his visible frustration only serves as motivation for the audience not to let up on the heat-
Johnson: I’m about to tell you guys a little something, and it’s BASED ON A TRUE STORY!
Masters: Here we go!
Johnson: YOU ALL FUCKING SUCK! Not only that, but you’re a bunch of UNGRATEFUL BASTARDS!
Daniels: Reduced to name calling already?
Johnson: Ya know, I tried to come out here, and give you all something different! Something revolutionary. I bring out big screens! I bring out fancy leather furniture worth more than your houses! And THIS is how you fucking respond?
-BOOOOOO!
Johnson: Would you boo Will Smith?
-Cheering-
Johnson: Would you boo Charlie Sheen?
-Mixed reaction-
Johnson: Would you boo, Buzzsaw?
-Crowd goes crazy cheering as a "Buzz-saw” chant breaks out-
Johnson: But you boo, ME?
-The chants immediate turns to heat and a "You’re no Buzz-saw” chant starts up-
Johnson: You know what, FUCK YOU ALL! This is MY TIME, and I’ll do things MY way, and if you all DON’T like it, you can fuck off! Because Chris Johnson is here, and whether you like it or not, while you fuckers cheer for curtain jerkers like Ryan Shane and Crimson fucking Blaze, I’ll be ascending to the top of the ranks, and soon, yes VERY soon, I’ll even be taking out your precious "Buzzsaw”...and there’s not a fucking person in that locker room that can stop me!
-”I’m a loser” by The Beatles hits. The crowd errupts in cheers as CJ’s neck snaps around towards the entrance ramp! IVAN JOBALOT comes bumbling out from the back. Johnson smirks, in a "You can’t be serious” fashion as Ivan makes his way down the ramp, playing it up to the crowd who is absolutely behind him right now-
Daniels: Finally, SOMEONE who’s had enough of this drawn on segment, folks here’s hoping that Jobalot can shut this guys mouth once and for all!
Masters: Oh please, Ivan’s probably out here for an autograph!
-Ivan stumbles into the ring but once he’s inside, he’s all business, walking straight up into the face of Chris Johnson. Ivan pushes Johnson, who looks back, then laughs and shoves Ivan right in his chest. The force causes him to fall back, bouncing off the ropes behind him and right into a RATINGS BOOST from CJ who is beside himself in laughter-
Johnson: Seriously EWA? If THIS is the best you’ve got, then I’ll be world champion at the next Supercard. This place is a fucking joke, and I promise-
-”Famous Last Words” by My Chemical Romance blasts through the speakers as the crowd begins to blow the roof off the arena. The screen opens and Thrax slowly walks out from backstage. He has a serious look on his face and he never takes his eyes off Chris Johnson. Johnson takes a step back, then looks over at Ingle and Cage who are no longer laughing. Everyone’s focus has turned to Thrax who’s now making his way into the ring. Johnson is jawing at him a mile a minute-
Daniels: Welp, looks like we’re about to find out if Thrax is here for an allegiance or a fight!
-The crowd is still going livid, but they’re all on the edge of their seats waiting for Thrax to say or do something. His eyes are still focused on CJ, who’s now walked up within an inch of him, still yapping and making threats. He puts his finger square in Thrax’s chest-
Johnson: If I were you, I’d turn my ass around and walk back out the same way I came in, and save yourself from having your first and LAST match appear on the same show, Lone Ranger!
-Thrax doesn’t budge as Johnson looks back at Ingle and Cage with a smirk, when he looks back at Thrax he is met with a face full of fist-
Crowd: BOOOOMMMMM!!!!!
Daniels: Ha, fight it is! And this audience, and myself are loving every minute of it!
Masters: Noooooo, I can’t look!
Thrax taking the advantage, leaps on the down CJ, trying to get him locked into a sleeper.
Daniels: Interesting move there. Trying to put him down this early.
Masters: What do you expect from some British person?
CJ twists and slides away, Thrax standing up and looking at him with a smile on his face. CJ quickly getting to his feet and complaining to the ref about having his hair pulled, the crowd hating on him.
Thrax coming in and CJ using the ref between them, Thrax stopping only to get a thumb to the eye and CJ quickly taking advantage. Throwing a left and right and left backing Thrax to the corner. A boot to the gut causing him to slump against the turnbuckle. Jackson Cage reaching up and holding the back of THrax’s tights and holding him there.
Daniels: Here is more cheating. Why cant they do this straight on man to man?
Masters: It isn’t cheating if the ref doesn’t see it.
Backing up away from the corner, CJ gets the refs attention as Cage throws punches to the kidney area of Thrax. Causing him to stumble out of the corner and near where CJ is berating the ref. CJ shoving the ref out of the way is taken by surprise by a quick knee to the gut from Thrax. Both men staggering a bit trying to get their wind back. Each looking up and charging at each other. CJ ducking and trying to a reverse snap neck breaker, Thrax using the momentum and flipping backwards landing in a half mount. Raining punches down on the nearly defenseless CJ.
Daniels: When a man has had enough, he has had enough.
Masters: Why is the ref allowing this? Is this any way a man of the people is supposed to act? Why isn’t CJ cleaning the mat with this rookie?
Ingal gets on the apron and the ref starts trying to get him down. Cage slips under the bottom rope, Thrax seeing this waits till Cage readies to kick and moves, Cage nearly hitting CJ as he barely stops in time. A look of panic on CJ’s face for a moment. THrax backing up and watching as the two stand talking for a minute. Seizing the opening, Thrax hits the ropes and launches a hard drop kick to the back of Cj sending him into a surprise Cage and Cage to the floor through the ropes.
Daniels: Thrax evening the playing field with that move.
Masters: It wont do him any good, Johnson is a superstar waiting to shine. Thrax is like a sound you make clearing your throat.
CJ turns around to be met with a sharp European uppercut, Johnsons head snapping back again and again. Finally backing Johnson into the corner and against the turnbuckle. Thrax smiling with his effort, runs and launches from the second rope turning to hit a spring board drop kick, CJ playing possum duck and Thrax gets hung in the ropes. CJ Taking a moment to catch his breath as Thrax falls to the mat.
Daniels: Thrax making a mistake there.
Masters: His mistake was even showing up for this match.
CJ taking the chance lays in the boots and ignores the ref while he gets that last shot in. Thrax using his smarts and rolling out of the ring. Right into the waiting arms of Jackson Cage. Cage throwing a hard right and pulling hard on his right arm so he is thrown with momentum into the ringside guardrail. The fans patting him on the back as he sags down. The ref counting as Cj walks around the ring, interrupting the ref enough to keep the match going. Pointing at Thrax, yelling for Cage to take him out. Cage Grabbing the weakened Thrax and getting a hard uppercut for his efforts. Both men throwing punches back and forth. CJ using the break and sliding out of the ring.
Masters: Why is he putting Ivan back in, that man is so out of it he will never get up again.
Daniels: He is doing the one thing any smart man would do.
CJ pushes Ivan back in the ring. Cage and THrax still throwing punches oblivious to what he is doing. He gets the refs attention and covers Ivan with one foot on his chest.
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Fabian jumps up and runs up the ring steps ……………
Fabian: and your winner and NEW HERO CHRISSSSS JOHNNNSSSOOONNNNNN
Daniels: That was a weak way to win a match.
Masters: Win any way you can, that’s the rule isn’t it?
Daniels: Well the fans certainly don't think so, booing harder now at Johnson than before this match started. I can't even say that was a Johnson win, most of the offense was put in by his ''bodygaurd'' or whatever Jackson Cage, it was a jip. Thrax was enthralling and i think will make a great addition ot this roster
Masters: Sure... the loser will make a great addition
Daniels: It wasn't a fair loss and you know it. Johnson on the other hand has a long way to go to prove he deserves to be in this company
Masters: In your humble opinion...
Daniels: ...in my humble opinion, yes. I'm getting word that there may be an update on Buck Evans backstage, we have a camera there now to try and get a word with his wofe karen
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A 4-square room with wood panel walls fades in from commercial. In the far left corner is a medium sized flat screen tv and in the opposite corner is a brown La-Z-Boy. There is a white mini refrigerator in the far right corner, and a wooden locker in the close left corner with jeans hanging there. A black cowboy hat sits atop the locker. Sitting in the La-Z-Boy is Karen Evans. Karen is wearing cut off jean shorts, a blouse tied up at her chest, revealing her midriff. She has a cell phone to her ear and is obviously still upset after watching her husband take the beating he just received from Xavier Reid.
Karen: Where are you?!
Unknown: I’m in New York. I have a $75 steak in front of me and $100 lady of the night across from me. Is everything ok?
Karen: Hell no! Buck is hurt, I’m about to head to the hospital. They are loading him in the ambulance as we speak!
Unknown: What the hell is going on over there? How did Buck get hurt? Who did it?
Karen: It was Xavier Reid, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that he has a title defense in 2 weeks and I don’t know that he is going to be able to wrestle.
Unknown: Alright, I’m leaving now, I’ll meet you at the hospital.
Karen: I’m just about to leave. We need to do something, Buck's hurt bad and everything he worked for is going to go down because of it
Unknown: Who's in charge over there?
Karen: Guy called Frankie Manning, damn suck up, but he'll not like his show getting messed up either
Unknown: That's all i need, you get to the hospital, i'll meet you there, i got a phone call to make
Karen hangs up the phone looking relieved but worry for her husband is still etched into every pore
Ryan: Karen, we just overheard the phone call, how's Buck doing? And who were you talking to?
Karen simply pushes Ryan over on her way out of the door, hold all bag slung over her shoulder
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Daniels: Well no answers there, instead more questions. Who was she calling, and what could the possible do about Bucks unfortunate situation?
Masters: Yeah, clarify the questions, that'll help
Daniels: Make dispariging remarks, that'll help even more
Masters: Shut up Daniels: Incase you aren't listening we're being directed to the Entrance screen where we have one of our newest stars backstage
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The scene fades to the interview space set up for Shatter Point. Jess Starr stands in front of the backdrop, a mic in her hands and a slightly nervous expression on her face. It's apparent hse is waiting for someone since she is alone... but she's not alone for long, since the person she is waiting for bumps into her from behind. It's not much of an impact, a slight bump really - but it's enough to cause for Jess to jump, turning around quickly as a girlish shriek of surprise escapes her lips. With her out of the way, the viewers at home finally get a look at the blond young woman responsible for Jess's little freak-out. An apologetic expression on her face, she is quick to try to calm her down. There's a slight Southern twang to her voice, but it's not nearly enough to slow her words.
???: Oh, Bless... I'm sorry about that, sugah. I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going.
The Southern Belle smiles warmly, gently patting her shoulder. After a moment to gather herself - and a sigh of relief - Jess regains her composure.
Jess: Ah, you must be Natalie Burrows.
Natalie: That I am, sugah. Are you alright? You look like a goose just walked over your grave…
Jess: Oh, I-I'm just fine! Couldn't be better.
...and a little too fast to respond, if the way that Natalie is looking at her is any indicator. She's polite, though, and lets it drop by not calling her on it. Satisfied that she has regained control of the situation, Jess continues, a smile on her lips.
Jess: Anyway, what are you lookin' to accomplish here in EWA?
Natalie: I'm here for the same reason as everyone else, little Starr - I'm here to make a living and to make a name for myself. I'm not afraid of working hard to get the job done, and I'm not above getting my hands dirty to do it. If I have my way, my name will be remembered right alongside of the greats... it'll take time, but I'm sure that I can get there.
Short and sweet... and simple to boot. It's enough to catch the interviewer off-guard for a moment, what with how most of her interviewees could go on and on without needing to take a breath. Jess's quick to recover.
Jess: Well I, for one, look forward to seeing what you bring to the table here in EWA. Thanks for your time tonight, Natalie.
Natalie: My pleasure.
Another light pat on her shoulder and Natalie makes her exit, Jess watches her go. Relieved at the short and quite easy interview
-a sound is heard of snapping gum.... Jess looks around to find a different, and altogether more unpleasent facade. Nick Anderson, another of EWAs new roster is standing in front of her. He looks down at Jess and just stares at her for a moment until she forces a smile.-
Jess: Well, Nick....how-
-He lifts his hand up in front of her face, and then turns his hand to place his fingertips on the mic, pulling it from her grasp. He removes his sunglasses and leans in real close to her, the mic at his lips.-
SNA: How're you doing, sweetheart?
Jess: I'm good! I think the people would like a few words from y...-
SNA: The people? These people already know who I am. They already know that SNA is a fucking GOD in that ring. They already know....that I'm about to roll this entire, sad excuse for a fucking garbage fed roster. So baby...what else do these people need to know?
-She just blinks and looks up at him. She's a bit nervous because he's just leering down at her!-
SNA: Do you know? I know you're young but I haven't been gone that long. You know all about SNA, don't you? Call me SNA, by the way.
-He reaches with his free hand and gently lifts a strand of her hair. She laughs a little, but she's still nervous.-
Jess: Um, well....I'm kind of new to all this, but I'm trying really hard-
SNA: Tell me what you know about SNA.
Jess: ...I know that you're new here, and tha-
SNA: NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!!!!!
-He shouts that directly in her face, and then laughs and spits his gum out over her head as she moves back against the wall and shrinks down.-
SNA: I'm messing with you. So what, you've got a bunch of stupid questions to ask me because you're too dumb to do the research? Because these people have the memory span of a fucking guppy?
-He holds the mic back to Jess' mouth....she stutters a bit more.-
Jess: I...w-well...it's my job-
-He rips the mic back, turning his head to spit his gum out before speaking.-
SNA: Your job is to hold the mic, and you're not even doing that right. I'm done with this. TAKE A SHOWER!!!!
-He shoves the mic into Jess' chest and storms off....she looks on just stunned and turns back to the camera....AND OUT OF NOWHERE SNA'S FOOT COMES FROM OFF SCREEN AS HE COMES BACK AND SUPERKICKS HER IN THE HEAD! THE CAMERA JOSTLES....IT DROPS DOWN TO THE FLOOR TO GET A SHOT OF JESS IN A HEAP, OUT COLD....SNA crouches down and looks at her for a moment with a sick smile that turns into a cold stare....he pushes his hair back out of his face and then casually slips his dark sunglasses on again before walking off.-
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Daniels: How mayn more injuries? Get someone back there
Masters: Incredible, we see a humdrum interview from some southern female ''wrestler'' HA, into what wrestling is ALL about, attitude and force
Daniels: Wrestling is NOT about abusing our staff William, you know that better than anyone else, or should i phone the Workingman again?
Masters: That isn't funny, he creeps me out
Daniels: Rather that than what happened to poor little Jess. I hope she's okay, sadly we don't have time to follow it right now as we head on to our second match of the night
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SHATTER POINT 6/7/11
The scene opens with camera panning the large domes building that encompasses the EWA Colosseum. The camera pans down and around, taking in the whole scene, the pillars, the grey/white stone, finally resting 100 feet from the croded arched entrance. The camera shoots forward and fades to black.
The scene comes back up to the packed rounded interior of the Colosseum. The raised balcony that runs high around the interior full of thousands of screaming fans. Two large screens hang opposite each other, the bottom of which are still above the crowd amassed around the ring area. Fireworks shoot up from the stage area in front of the huge arched screen that splits to become the wrestlers' entrance to the arena. On screen riht now is the EWA opening video, cheers erupt when the screen opens and the flamboyant Maxwell Fabian steps out onto the stage, walking to the ring with a mic in hand. He enters the ring and waves to the balcony before speaking
Fabian: HELLLLLOOOOOOOOOO EWA! And welcome to our second ever broadcast from inside the Colosseum
Huge cheers meet this statement
Fabian: And as we all know the night just wouldn't be the same with the voices of EWA. So put your hands together... take them apart... put them together again.... take them apart again... put them together again.... repeat as necessary.... and welcome JARRED DANIELS AND WILLIAM MASTERS!!!
The screen splits to a huge response from the audience as Jarred and William walk down to the commentators desk and fit their headsets
Daniels: Hello everyone and welcome to what is sure to be an exciting night in EWA as we have our go-home Shatter Point, our last show before Retalliation. This is sure to be a huge Shatter Point, and with only one or two matches set in stone there is alot to look forward to. Through the week Buzzsaw issued a statement online telling fans that he has a huge announcement this week, anticiaption has piqued as to what this could be and i can't wait to find out, Buzzsaw and Marsham is one of the matches set for Retalliation, a match that has been building now for an impressive 4 months, it will surely be the pinacle of what Retalliation is going to be. How will his annnouncement affect that match... if at all. The other match that we know we're going to see is for the International Championship, seeing Buck Evans taking on Alexander Slate... and speaking of which it seems we have the Intenational Champion on hand right now for an interview backstage... let's go there now.
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-The camera cuts to the interview area where Ryan Lewis is standing next to the EWA International Champion Buck Evans.-
Ryan Lewis: Last week my next guest suffered a surprising loss at the hands of Jun Yao, being choked out by the Straight Jacket Choke, Buck as the EWA International Champion you have a huge target on your back week in and week out, with your eyes set on Alexander Slate did you simple over look Jun last week?
-Buck has a bitter look on his face as he stairs down at Ryan Lewis-
Daniels: A very valid question.
Masters: Sure if you want to get your head ripped off.
Ryan Lewis: There are some that are starting to say that you might be over your head
Buck grabs Ryan by his jacket.
Buck Evans: Yeah, who’s saying that? Why don’t they walk up to me and say that to my face, because they are scared, it’s why they say this shit behind my back because they know I would stomp a mud hole in em.
Ryan Lewis: I’m just going by what I’ve seen, last week you lost a man you have owned
Buck Evans: I still own him
-From off camera you hear someone clapping.-
Xavier Reid: Yeah you really owned him, I really like the part last week where your arm fell down three times like a wet noodle, you really owned his ass Buck, made that title proud.
Buck Evans: Who the hell do you think you are son? You interrupt my TV time
Xavier Reid: Who am I, well I’m a member of the International community Buck, the people you represent and I have to say we are disappointed in you Buck. Look at you, you’re huge and that small stick choked you out, CHOKED YOU OUT. Buck man come on
Buck Evans: Son you are way too small to have such a big mouth, do you know who the hell you are talking to? I’m the EWA International Champion boy and last I knew you are man that this company doesn’t want and if you don’t shut that trap of yours you will be a man drinking out of a straw!
Xavier Reid: Oh I know who I’m talking to, the fraud that is posing as the International Champion. You see I watched that match, the International Gauntlet Match, job well done Tex, you beat a who’s who of crap! The list of men that compete in that match was pathetic and that includes you pal. The belt is supposed to be worn by the best international wrestler in the world and you are it? Hell no, you beat scrubs you hick! Jay Encina, he’s not even on the roster anymore, Mountain Man, well I guess he’s lost somewhere in the woods these days, Tim Timmons, FIRED! Dennis Clayton gone, Spike, well I took him out last week and people are still talking about that. The only two men left around here are Alexander Slate and Jun Yao and the latter choked your fat ass out last week. They want an International field and these are the men they come up with, it’s insulting! A slap in the face, how the hell does someone like have a job here let alone a title while I’m being black balled? Are you kidding me?
Daniels: Buck do us a favor and just kill this punk.
Masters: I'm caught, i mean, i think Buck is a great champion, but at the same time Xavier brings up a few valid points and deserves to be on this roster.
Buck Evans: Oh poor Xavier Reid, it’s simple kid, you just were not good enough to compete at my lever! Plain and simple, you think you are great but the rest of us see you for what you are, OVER RATED!
-Buck takes a step towards Xavier and Xavier steps in so that the two are nose t nose.-
Xavier Reid: OVER RATED?
Buck Evans: I didn’t stutter BOY!
-Xavier strikes with a head butt to the face of Buck Evans.-
Daniels: What the hell is he thinking?
Masters: You don’t call him a boy, Xavier Reid is a man and Buck just might have got in over his head.
-Ryan Lewis bails as Xavier picks up the EWA International Championship Belt.-
Daniels: Xavier has the belt and is lining Buck up
Masters: It's a shame it's went like this, those two would have been formidable as allys
-Xavier runs and crushes that title right into the face of Buck Evans sending him falling backwards. Xavier drops down on top of Buck and reigns down rights to the champions face.-
Xavier Reid: Over rated am I?
-Xavier jumps off and goes off camera.-
Daniels: Xavier Reid is a lunatic, he just assaulted our International Champion.
-Xavier comes back in the shot with a steel chair.-
Masters: Looks like he’s going to do more than just assault him.
-Xavier explodes with a chair shot to Buck’s face sending blood flying out of his nose and mouth and sending Buck crashing to the concrete floor.-
Daniels: Xavier Reid might have just caved in Buck Evans’s face with that chair shot.
Masters: Doesn’t look like he’s finished.
-Xavier puts the chair over the face of Buck Evans and grabs another chair, he lifts it over his head and brings it down over the chair that is covering the face of Buck Evans. Buck thrashes around in pain, blood pouring out off his face.-
Daniels: SOMEONE GET BACK THERE AND STOP THIS!!!
Masters: I agree, this needs to stop. I want Xavier, but we can't lose Buck
-Xavier grabs the belt and holds it in the face of Buck Evans.-
Xavier Reid: YOU THINK YOU DESERVE TO A CHAMPION? DO YOU BUCK?
-Xavier rips Buck Evans up and sends him face first into that chair with a snap DDT.-
Daniels: Xavier has gone too far here.
-Xavier backs up and looks into the camera with a look of absolute rage on his face, he grabs the chair and opens it slightly and put it on the ankle of Buck Evans.-
Daniels: No, DAMN IT XAVIER, SOMEONE STOP HIM! THIS IS GOING TO FAR!
Masters: Who’s going to try, look at what he’s doing to Buck Evans.
-Xavier hooks the chair around the ankle and grabs the other chair.-
Xavier Reid: COME ON YOU SUM BITCH! GET UP!!!!
-Xavier brings the chair down across the chair around Buck’s ankle, over and over again, Buck rolling around in pain from what has to be a broken ankle.-
Daniels: HE BROKE THAT ANKLE, OH MY GOD, OUR INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!!
Masters: Buck is trying to get that chair off his ankle but Xavier continues to reign away with chair shots.
-Xavier gives one final chair shot to that ankle and then drives the base of the chair into the ribs of Buck, who finally goes limp. Xavier tosses the chair aside.-
Daniels: This is enough Buck is helpless.
-Xavier pulls Buck up and eyes the giant glass door leading to the communal area, he spins and sends Buck flying through the glass door. Buck hits the floor covered in blood and glass, Xavier dusts off his hands and walks over to the EWA International Championship Belt and picks it up and smiles, he puts it over his shoulder and walks off camera.-
Daniels: GET THE EMT’S BACK THERE NOW! This is a disaster. Who the hell let that madman into the building?
EMTs rush into the shot and a stretcher is taken over to Buck Evans, from the side of the shot rushes in a pretty blonde, known in wrestling circles as Karen Evans, Buck's wife. She lays down by the bloodied and broken Buck speaking to the EMTs, though the words aren't distinguishable. She goes inside to where the chairs used in the assault are laying and picks one up, smashing it on the closest wall over and over again. Her face red, flushed with anger and intensity
Karen: Mother Fucker, Mother Fucker, Mother Fucker.
Each yell is puncuated by another smack to the wall, finally she stops, dropping the chair. Her hair is tangled over her face and her breathing heavy. Buck rushes past now strapped to the stretcher and Karen sinks, back to the wall, leaning heavily on it as the screen fades to black
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There is almost sympathy in the crowd for Buck as the camera comes back up
Daniels: Everyone here in this arena is just shocked to silence, that was a vicious assault at the hands of Xavier Reid, all for the want of a contract, Buck had nothing to do with it
Masters: Agreed, this could all have been avoided though
Daniels: AVOIDED... how could you you stupid son of a...
AC/DC blasts through the speakers and the slience quickly turns to cheers as the screen splits and ''The Fans Man'' Frankie Manning steps through onto the stage. His long leather coat and baseball cap firmly in place, along with his trademark headset on, he looks a little subdued
Manning: Hello Ladies and Gentlemen
A huge cheer greets his opening sentence
Manning: Welcome to another edition of Shatter Point. Before i continue, i just want to apologise for what tyou just witnessed, that should never have happened, and rest assured you will be updated through the show about your IN champions condition. Also be rest assured that the perpetrator will be dealt with
Applause meets this statement, but Manning battles on
Manning: Onto tonight though, there is so much to get through. I know some of you keep up to date with EWA on our website ewaefed dot ucoz dot com, and through that those that do will be aware that we have been working dilligently to sign new and great talent for our roster. We have expanded significantly and throughout the night you will be treated to introductions from some of these new starts. Be warned, you may not like them all, but i guarentee that every one, to a man will give their all in that ring.
Cheers are cut off from Manning
Manning: Sorry.... did i say ''to a man''?
Those that know what's coming already start cheering, but some are silent, waiting to find out where Manning is going with this
Manning: Well... i'm going to have to apologise, because that isn't strictly true any more. You see EWA prides itself on being a forward thinking and innovative promotion. We look at what the others have to offer and improve on it. One tried and, lets face it, failed concept is what has become, almost jokingly known, as the ''womens division''.
A few laughs break out among the fans
Manning: It's true, it's been classed as second rate, and in some cases the ''bathroom break'' division. Now we know there are talented females out there, just as there are males, and we thought to ourselves ''why doesn't this division ever get over with the fans''? Then it struck us... not because of lack of time, or lack of talent, but lack of COMPETITION! You see everywhere else are seperatist, the females are put to the side because the males are, mistakenly, thought of as the best, the fittest, the big draws. We here at EWA aim to break the mold, and show that this isn't true. So with that in mind. And effective IMMEDIATELY, EWA is a mixed sex promotion
A huge cheer fills the arena
Manning: That's right, no longer second class or minor league all women are viable for every belt and every match that a man is. They will fight alongside and against every male on the roster. I guarentee they will show as much, if not more, athletic prowess and star power than the male dominated industry has allowed then to do before. Some names will be familiar. For instance Ruthless aggression and Princess of Hometown Heroes are now active wrestlers
Another cheer
Manning: And another name you might recognise, going by the name of Cristal...
Any other word, even through his speaker accented headset is drowned out as chants of
CRISTAL CRISTAL CRISTAL
Break out over the arena. Feet thumping on the floors and hands clapping together as the fan favourite is announced as being an active competitor. After a few moments it dies down and gives Manning a chance to continue
Manning: and some names will be entirely new, female AND male. Now you're going to be seeing alot of me throughout the night. You guys know how i operate by now. I don't like to do too much behind the scenes, i like to bring it all to you live. In keeping with that trend i'm going to be creating matches for Retalliation throughout the night here. So there will be suprises aplenty, not only for you, but the guys in the back too, i know how much they all love suprises
The fans man laughs before continuing
Manning: For right now though i think we need to get on with the show, i have a champion i need to check on. I'll see you all soon
Woth a wave the screen splits again and Manning steps through to the back as the cheers erupt.
Daniels: Etimes in EWA
Masters: Sure is... women... i mean... women? Wrestling? Come on!
Daniels: Trust you to be dispareging, how about reserving judgement for once?
Masters: Fine... fine, i'll ''reserve judgement''. don't expect me to liek ti though, that's all i'm saying
Daniels: Well speaking of changes and new starts we have one of our well known ''Imperial Induction'' matches coming up to showcase some of the new talent around, so without further...
Men start to come out of the staging area, alot of stagehands carrying varying props, beggining to erect them quickly as a man appears from out with them, obviously not part of the crew, directing them this way and that, before getting in the ring
Daniels: I'm getting tired of being interrupted
Masters: Why break the habit. Most of the viewers know when something's about to happen, it's when you start a sentence
Daniels: Can't even disagree with you there
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-Jason Ingle stands in the ring in the middle of a fancy set design that is something obviously ripped straight from a late night television show.-
Daniels: What the hell is going on here?
Masters: Isn’t it obvious, my new favorite wrestler is about to make his debut!
Daniels: New favorite? You haven’t even seen the guy in action yet!
Masters: Listen, any guy who pulls out these kinds of stops to open a show, DEFINITELY get’s my vote!
Jason Ingle: Ladies and gentlemen, heeerreeee’s your host, CHRIS JOHNSON!!!
Daniels: Host?
-”Mother Fucker of the Year” by Motley Crue blares over the p.a. System as Chris Johnson comes strutting from behind the entrance screen. Jackson Cage is in front of him, keeping any potential threats at bay. As Johnson walks down the ramp, what seems like THOUSANDS of Fireworks and pyro explode behind him and over head, it’s as overblown as a typical "Wrestlemania opening sequence”-
Masters: This is AWESOME! This guy is the definition of GRAND FASHION.
Daniels: No, what this is, is ridiculous!
Masters: as the saying goes "Haters gonna hate Daniels” haters gonna hate!
-CJ enters the ring and immediately hits the turnbuckles, playing to the crowd, which still hasn’t quite made out what to think of him yet. His smile however, is a mile wide as he’s basking in this moment for what seems like an eternity. Johnson high fives Ingle, who is now making his way to the ousite of the ring. He walks up to the leather host chair behind the Oakwood desk, smiles one more time, then eases his way into the cheer, admiring every cushion along the way.-
Daniels: This guy is REALLY feeling himself isn’t he?
Masters: You wouldn’t understand Daniels!
Daniels: And you would?
Masters: Of course, us big time hosts roll together!
Daniels: Jesus...
-Back in the ring, Johnson taps the mic a few times, testing the sound, when it’s where he wants it, he signals for the arena to cut his music-
Johnson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, LIVE FROM HOLLYWOOD CALIFORNIA-
-And with that, the crowd begins to boo like crazy-
Daniels: Does he REALIZE we’re in New York ?
Masters: NO! Do these people realize he just brought a piece of Hollywood right to their front doorsteps?!
Johnson: Wait, wait. QUIET ON SET, QUIET ON SET!
-The boo’ing grows louder-
Daniels: And these fans are really beginning to let Johnson have it now.
Masters: More haters!
Johnson: Let’s try this again! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, LIVE FROM HOLLYWOOD CALIFORNIA !!!
Crowd Chants: NEW-FUCKIN-YORK, NEW-FUCKIN-YORK, NEW-FUCKIN-YORK
Johnson: Welcome, to the inaugural episode, of THE CASTING COUCH!!!
-The big screen flashes "Applause” which naturally seems to drive the crowd even more insane-
Daniels: It appears the EWA crowd is quickly growing tired of this guys antics.
Masters: Quiet, this is my first time being a part of a large stupid audience, I’m trying to take it all in!
-Johnson, visibly upset, gives Ingle some type of gesture. Ingle reaches into a briefcase that is set beside his chair outside the ring. He reaches into the case and pulls out some type of remote-
Johnson: I’m your host, "THE A-LISTER”, CHRIS JOHNSON!
BOOOOOOO!!!!
-Ingle begins to turn a dial on the remote he pulled out of the case. Suddenly generic studio cheering begins to fill the arena in an attempt to drown out the crowds response.-
Daniels: What the hell? Is he-?
Masters: GENIUS, ABSOLUTELY GENIUS!
-The crowd and the generic cheering go back and forth, drowning one another out over the loud speaker-
Johnson: It goes to a hundred folks, and he’s only at THIRTY-FIVE!
Daniels: CHRIST! We’re all going to go deaf.
Masters: Not if these ingrates can learn to appreciate greatness!
Johnson: On this show, MY SHOW, I’ll be interviewing all your favorite wrestlers, celebrities and reality tv stars, asking them the questions YOU, want the answers to! All in an attempt, to SAVE this dump, you all call home!
Daniels: Seriously, are this guys fifteen minutes up yet??
Masters: You disgust me Daniels!
Johnson: First up, will be the first ever "ASK CJ” segment of the show, where I will be answering questions sent in by YOU the fans!
Masters: Oh man, I wish I woulda known, I would’ve sent in a question!
Daniels: You’re almost as full of Chris Johnson, as Chris Johnson is!
Master: FUCK YES! Wait...what?
Johnson: Ingle, screen please!
-Ingle hits another button on the remote. Suddenly, what looks like a giant 42 inch IPAD begins to descend from the rafters.-
Daniels: I don’t believe this!
Masters: It’s like that commercial, "you got the wrong tv silly head”.
-Johnson is now up and standing near the screen as hit has come to a stop about 6 feet above the ring-
Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen, the I-TV!! And NO, it’s not out yet, only a true King of late night would be able to pull this off, and I did it, for all of you!
-The crowds reaction is mixed as some of them actually seem impressed by yet another fancy Apple product. Johnson taps the screen, opening up a series of questions. He scrolls through a few before finally making his selection-
Johnson: Alright, question number 1 from "CJ is GOD”..is, why the EWA, and why now? Well "CJ is GOD”, nice screen name by the way. The answer is quite simple. the EWA needs a hero, it needs SAVING. It needs someone worth watching! Quite frankly, the EWA needs, A RATINGS BOOST!!!
Daniels: I beg to differ!
Masters: Don’t interrupt!!!
Johnson: And these fans, well they need someone worth cheering for, and that someone is me!
-The crowd begins to go absolutely insane. Ingle is trying his best to drown out the boo’ing but it’s to no avail, as each time he cranks the dial, the audience finds an octave to match. Johnson stands in the ring, his smile slowly fading. He looks around at the audience which is absolutely going ape shit at this point-
Johnson: QUIET ON SET, PLEASE!!!
Daniels: This heat is un-real, I can barely hear myself think! This guy has done himself NO favors in making friends here in his EWA debut!
Masters: I really don’t understand what these people have against this guy, he could be anywhere in the world he wants to be right now, and he CHOSE to be here, for THEM!
Daniels: Please tell me you’re not buying that Masters!
-Johnson is beginning to pace back and forth in the ring, his visible frustration only serves as motivation for the audience not to let up on the heat-
Johnson: I’m about to tell you guys a little something, and it’s BASED ON A TRUE STORY!
Masters: Here we go!
Johnson: YOU ALL FUCKING SUCK! Not only that, but you’re a bunch of UNGRATEFUL BASTARDS!
Daniels: Reduced to name calling already?
Johnson: Ya know, I tried to come out here, and give you all something different! Something revolutionary. I bring out big screens! I bring out fancy leather furniture worth more than your houses! And THIS is how you fucking respond?
-BOOOOOO!
Johnson: Would you boo Will Smith?
-Cheering-
Johnson: Would you boo Charlie Sheen?
-Mixed reaction-
Johnson: Would you boo, Buzzsaw?
-Crowd goes crazy cheering as a "Buzz-saw” chant breaks out-
Johnson: But you boo, ME?
-The chants immediate turns to heat and a "You’re no Buzz-saw” chant starts up-
Johnson: You know what, FUCK YOU ALL! This is MY TIME, and I’ll do things MY way, and if you all DON’T like it, you can fuck off! Because Chris Johnson is here, and whether you like it or not, while you fuckers cheer for curtain jerkers like Ryan Shane and Crimson fucking Blaze, I’ll be ascending to the top of the ranks, and soon, yes VERY soon, I’ll even be taking out your precious "Buzzsaw”...and there’s not a fucking person in that locker room that can stop me!
-”I’m a loser” by The Beatles hits. The crowd errupts in cheers as CJ’s neck snaps around towards the entrance ramp! IVAN JOBALOT comes bumbling out from the back. Johnson smirks, in a "You can’t be serious” fashion as Ivan makes his way down the ramp, playing it up to the crowd who is absolutely behind him right now-
Daniels: Finally, SOMEONE who’s had enough of this drawn on segment, folks here’s hoping that Jobalot can shut this guys mouth once and for all!
Masters: Oh please, Ivan’s probably out here for an autograph!
-Ivan stumbles into the ring but once he’s inside, he’s all business, walking straight up into the face of Chris Johnson. Ivan pushes Johnson, who looks back, then laughs and shoves Ivan right in his chest. The force causes him to fall back, bouncing off the ropes behind him and right into a RATINGS BOOST from CJ who is beside himself in laughter-
Johnson: Seriously EWA? If THIS is the best you’ve got, then I’ll be world champion at the next Supercard. This place is a fucking joke, and I promise-
-”Famous Last Words” by My Chemical Romance blasts through the speakers as the crowd begins to blow the roof off the arena. The screen opens and Thrax slowly walks out from backstage. He has a serious look on his face and he never takes his eyes off Chris Johnson. Johnson takes a step back, then looks over at Ingle and Cage who are no longer laughing. Everyone’s focus has turned to Thrax who’s now making his way into the ring. Johnson is jawing at him a mile a minute-
Daniels: Welp, looks like we’re about to find out if Thrax is here for an allegiance or a fight!
-The crowd is still going livid, but they’re all on the edge of their seats waiting for Thrax to say or do something. His eyes are still focused on CJ, who’s now walked up within an inch of him, still yapping and making threats. He puts his finger square in Thrax’s chest-
Johnson: If I were you, I’d turn my ass around and walk back out the same way I came in, and save yourself from having your first and LAST match appear on the same show, Lone Ranger!
-Thrax doesn’t budge as Johnson looks back at Ingle and Cage with a smirk, when he looks back at Thrax he is met with a face full of fist-
Crowd: BOOOOMMMMM!!!!!
Daniels: Ha, fight it is! And this audience, and myself are loving every minute of it!
Masters: Noooooo, I can’t look!
Thrax taking the advantage, leaps on the down CJ, trying to get him locked into a sleeper.
Daniels: Interesting move there. Trying to put him down this early.
Masters: What do you expect from some British person?
CJ twists and slides away, Thrax standing up and looking at him with a smile on his face. CJ quickly getting to his feet and complaining to the ref about having his hair pulled, the crowd hating on him.
Thrax coming in and CJ using the ref between them, Thrax stopping only to get a thumb to the eye and CJ quickly taking advantage. Throwing a left and right and left backing Thrax to the corner. A boot to the gut causing him to slump against the turnbuckle. Jackson Cage reaching up and holding the back of THrax’s tights and holding him there.
Daniels: Here is more cheating. Why cant they do this straight on man to man?
Masters: It isn’t cheating if the ref doesn’t see it.
Backing up away from the corner, CJ gets the refs attention as Cage throws punches to the kidney area of Thrax. Causing him to stumble out of the corner and near where CJ is berating the ref. CJ shoving the ref out of the way is taken by surprise by a quick knee to the gut from Thrax. Both men staggering a bit trying to get their wind back. Each looking up and charging at each other. CJ ducking and trying to a reverse snap neck breaker, Thrax using the momentum and flipping backwards landing in a half mount. Raining punches down on the nearly defenseless CJ.
Daniels: When a man has had enough, he has had enough.
Masters: Why is the ref allowing this? Is this any way a man of the people is supposed to act? Why isn’t CJ cleaning the mat with this rookie?
Ingal gets on the apron and the ref starts trying to get him down. Cage slips under the bottom rope, Thrax seeing this waits till Cage readies to kick and moves, Cage nearly hitting CJ as he barely stops in time. A look of panic on CJ’s face for a moment. THrax backing up and watching as the two stand talking for a minute. Seizing the opening, Thrax hits the ropes and launches a hard drop kick to the back of Cj sending him into a surprise Cage and Cage to the floor through the ropes.
Daniels: Thrax evening the playing field with that move.
Masters: It wont do him any good, Johnson is a superstar waiting to shine. Thrax is like a sound you make clearing your throat.
CJ turns around to be met with a sharp European uppercut, Johnsons head snapping back again and again. Finally backing Johnson into the corner and against the turnbuckle. Thrax smiling with his effort, runs and launches from the second rope turning to hit a spring board drop kick, CJ playing possum duck and Thrax gets hung in the ropes. CJ Taking a moment to catch his breath as Thrax falls to the mat.
Daniels: Thrax making a mistake there.
Masters: His mistake was even showing up for this match.
CJ taking the chance lays in the boots and ignores the ref while he gets that last shot in. Thrax using his smarts and rolling out of the ring. Right into the waiting arms of Jackson Cage. Cage throwing a hard right and pulling hard on his right arm so he is thrown with momentum into the ringside guardrail. The fans patting him on the back as he sags down. The ref counting as Cj walks around the ring, interrupting the ref enough to keep the match going. Pointing at Thrax, yelling for Cage to take him out. Cage Grabbing the weakened Thrax and getting a hard uppercut for his efforts. Both men throwing punches back and forth. CJ using the break and sliding out of the ring.
Masters: Why is he putting Ivan back in, that man is so out of it he will never get up again.
Daniels: He is doing the one thing any smart man would do.
CJ pushes Ivan back in the ring. Cage and THrax still throwing punches oblivious to what he is doing. He gets the refs attention and covers Ivan with one foot on his chest.
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Fabian jumps up and runs up the ring steps ……………
Fabian: and your winner and NEW HERO CHRISSSSS JOHNNNSSSOOONNNNNN
Daniels: That was a weak way to win a match.
Masters: Win any way you can, that’s the rule isn’t it?
Daniels: Well the fans certainly don't think so, booing harder now at Johnson than before this match started. I can't even say that was a Johnson win, most of the offense was put in by his ''bodygaurd'' or whatever Jackson Cage, it was a jip. Thrax was enthralling and i think will make a great addition ot this roster
Masters: Sure... the loser will make a great addition
Daniels: It wasn't a fair loss and you know it. Johnson on the other hand has a long way to go to prove he deserves to be in this company
Masters: In your humble opinion...
Daniels: ...in my humble opinion, yes. I'm getting word that there may be an update on Buck Evans backstage, we have a camera there now to try and get a word with his wofe karen
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A 4-square room with wood panel walls fades in from commercial. In the far left corner is a medium sized flat screen tv and in the opposite corner is a brown La-Z-Boy. There is a white mini refrigerator in the far right corner, and a wooden locker in the close left corner with jeans hanging there. A black cowboy hat sits atop the locker. Sitting in the La-Z-Boy is Karen Evans. Karen is wearing cut off jean shorts, a blouse tied up at her chest, revealing her midriff. She has a cell phone to her ear and is obviously still upset after watching her husband take the beating he just received from Xavier Reid.
Karen: Where are you?!
Unknown: I’m in New York. I have a $75 steak in front of me and $100 lady of the night across from me. Is everything ok?
Karen: Hell no! Buck is hurt, I’m about to head to the hospital. They are loading him in the ambulance as we speak!
Unknown: What the hell is going on over there? How did Buck get hurt? Who did it?
Karen: It was Xavier Reid, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that he has a title defense in 2 weeks and I don’t know that he is going to be able to wrestle.
Unknown: Alright, I’m leaving now, I’ll meet you at the hospital.
Karen: I’m just about to leave. We need to do something, Buck's hurt bad and everything he worked for is going to go down because of it
Unknown: Who's in charge over there?
Karen: Guy called Frankie Manning, damn suck up, but he'll not like his show getting messed up either
Unknown: That's all i need, you get to the hospital, i'll meet you there, i got a phone call to make
Karen hangs up the phone looking relieved but worry for her husband is still etched into every pore
Ryan: Karen, we just overheard the phone call, how's Buck doing? And who were you talking to?
Karen simply pushes Ryan over on her way out of the door, hold all bag slung over her shoulder
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Daniels: Well no answers there, instead more questions. Who was she calling, and what could the possible do about Bucks unfortunate situation?
Masters: Yeah, clarify the questions, that'll help
Daniels: Make dispariging remarks, that'll help even more
Masters: Shut up Daniels: Incase you aren't listening we're being directed to the Entrance screen where we have one of our newest stars backstage
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The scene fades to the interview space set up for Shatter Point. Jess Starr stands in front of the backdrop, a mic in her hands and a slightly nervous expression on her face. It's apparent hse is waiting for someone since she is alone... but she's not alone for long, since the person she is waiting for bumps into her from behind. It's not much of an impact, a slight bump really - but it's enough to cause for Jess to jump, turning around quickly as a girlish shriek of surprise escapes her lips. With her out of the way, the viewers at home finally get a look at the blond young woman responsible for Jess's little freak-out. An apologetic expression on her face, she is quick to try to calm her down. There's a slight Southern twang to her voice, but it's not nearly enough to slow her words.
???: Oh, Bless... I'm sorry about that, sugah. I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going.
The Southern Belle smiles warmly, gently patting her shoulder. After a moment to gather herself - and a sigh of relief - Jess regains her composure.
Jess: Ah, you must be Natalie Burrows.
Natalie: That I am, sugah. Are you alright? You look like a goose just walked over your grave…
Jess: Oh, I-I'm just fine! Couldn't be better.
...and a little too fast to respond, if the way that Natalie is looking at her is any indicator. She's polite, though, and lets it drop by not calling her on it. Satisfied that she has regained control of the situation, Jess continues, a smile on her lips.
Jess: Anyway, what are you lookin' to accomplish here in EWA?
Natalie: I'm here for the same reason as everyone else, little Starr - I'm here to make a living and to make a name for myself. I'm not afraid of working hard to get the job done, and I'm not above getting my hands dirty to do it. If I have my way, my name will be remembered right alongside of the greats... it'll take time, but I'm sure that I can get there.
Short and sweet... and simple to boot. It's enough to catch the interviewer off-guard for a moment, what with how most of her interviewees could go on and on without needing to take a breath. Jess's quick to recover.
Jess: Well I, for one, look forward to seeing what you bring to the table here in EWA. Thanks for your time tonight, Natalie.
Natalie: My pleasure.
Another light pat on her shoulder and Natalie makes her exit, Jess watches her go. Relieved at the short and quite easy interview
-a sound is heard of snapping gum.... Jess looks around to find a different, and altogether more unpleasent facade. Nick Anderson, another of EWAs new roster is standing in front of her. He looks down at Jess and just stares at her for a moment until she forces a smile.-
Jess: Well, Nick....how-
-He lifts his hand up in front of her face, and then turns his hand to place his fingertips on the mic, pulling it from her grasp. He removes his sunglasses and leans in real close to her, the mic at his lips.-
SNA: How're you doing, sweetheart?
Jess: I'm good! I think the people would like a few words from y...-
SNA: The people? These people already know who I am. They already know that SNA is a fucking GOD in that ring. They already know....that I'm about to roll this entire, sad excuse for a fucking garbage fed roster. So baby...what else do these people need to know?
-She just blinks and looks up at him. She's a bit nervous because he's just leering down at her!-
SNA: Do you know? I know you're young but I haven't been gone that long. You know all about SNA, don't you? Call me SNA, by the way.
-He reaches with his free hand and gently lifts a strand of her hair. She laughs a little, but she's still nervous.-
Jess: Um, well....I'm kind of new to all this, but I'm trying really hard-
SNA: Tell me what you know about SNA.
Jess: ...I know that you're new here, and tha-
SNA: NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!!!!!
-He shouts that directly in her face, and then laughs and spits his gum out over her head as she moves back against the wall and shrinks down.-
SNA: I'm messing with you. So what, you've got a bunch of stupid questions to ask me because you're too dumb to do the research? Because these people have the memory span of a fucking guppy?
-He holds the mic back to Jess' mouth....she stutters a bit more.-
Jess: I...w-well...it's my job-
-He rips the mic back, turning his head to spit his gum out before speaking.-
SNA: Your job is to hold the mic, and you're not even doing that right. I'm done with this. TAKE A SHOWER!!!!
-He shoves the mic into Jess' chest and storms off....she looks on just stunned and turns back to the camera....AND OUT OF NOWHERE SNA'S FOOT COMES FROM OFF SCREEN AS HE COMES BACK AND SUPERKICKS HER IN THE HEAD! THE CAMERA JOSTLES....IT DROPS DOWN TO THE FLOOR TO GET A SHOT OF JESS IN A HEAP, OUT COLD....SNA crouches down and looks at her for a moment with a sick smile that turns into a cold stare....he pushes his hair back out of his face and then casually slips his dark sunglasses on again before walking off.-
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Daniels: How mayn more injuries? Get someone back there
Masters: Incredible, we see a humdrum interview from some southern female ''wrestler'' HA, into what wrestling is ALL about, attitude and force
Daniels: Wrestling is NOT about abusing our staff William, you know that better than anyone else, or should i phone the Workingman again?
Masters: That isn't funny, he creeps me out
Daniels: Rather that than what happened to poor little Jess. I hope she's okay, sadly we don't have time to follow it right now as we head on to our second match of the night
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