EWA Shatterpoint!

Hammerstein Ballroom

5/2/2011

The writing fades back out, taking the darkness with it, as the scene cuts to show the Five Star Superstar El Pablo making his way through the backstage area, dressed in his full ring-gear and with Cristal by his side.

After a few moments, the sound of mass, running footsteps begins to reverberate around the corridor, gradually increasing in volume and intensity. This eventually seems to draw the attention of EP and Cristal, who turn to glance quizzically at each other.. before EP is tackled to the ground by a small squad of police officers. Cristal gets shoved into a stack of janitorial equipment, as EP is subdued and cuffed by the boys in blue.

EL PABLO: What the FUCK!?!?

As EP is hauled back to his feet, a rather-more decorated officer steps out from behind the melee, his hands clasped behind his back and a rather wry smile on his face.

CHIEF OF POLICE: So.. I guess the words “restraining order” don’t translate too well into Mexican!

EP stares at the Chief as he paces in front of him, his face a mixture of rage and confusion.

EL PABLO: Restraining order? What the hell are you talking about!?

CHIEF OF POLICE: Don’t play the innocent act with me, you little punk! We all just saw you assault Tim Timmons out there in the ring, after you knew FULL WELL that you were prohibited BY LAW from laying a hand on him tonight!

EL PABLO: What!? But I haven’t been anywhere near th-

CHIEF OF POLICE: On top of that… Having breached the terms of your restraining order - before the ink had even dried on the contract - you then went on to resist arrest.. not to mention assault a police officer.

EL PABLO: Well I DEFINITELY didn’t assault a po-

Suddenly, Cristal stumbles out of the wreckage, and places a hand on the shoulder of one of the officers.

CRISTAL: Hey! What the hell are you guys doing!?

OFFICER: AHHHHH!!!

The officer suddenly throws himself to the floor, rolling around as he clutches his shoulder. Everyone watches on for a moment - in various states of confusion - before the Chief turns back to EP, his smile now looking rather more malevolent.

CHIEF OF POLICE: ..Assaulting a police officer. Boys?

Three of the officers surrounding EP step up and grab Cristal, slapping a pair of cuffs on her as well.

CHIEF OF POLICE: You two are coming downtown.. and if I have my way, you won’t be appearing on EWA Television for a long, LONG time! Take them away, boys!

The officers start to drag EP and Cristal down the corridor, as the Chief folds his arms, watching on with a smirk. The two TDS members try to escape the clutches, but to no avail.

EL PABLO: You can’t arrest me! I haven’t done anything!! What restraining order!? What resistance!? GODDAMMIT I HAVEN’T EVEN FEUDED WITH TIMMONS FOR LIKE 2 YEARS!!!

The camera watches as EP and Cristal are dragged round a corner at the far end of the corridor and out of sight, the Chief watching on all the while. The screen fades to black, and pauses for a moment, before white text once again filters into view;

EWA Shatterpoint!

Hammerstein Ballroom

5/2/2011

(..yeah, the same date, shut up)

The darkness dissipates, transporting us into the midpoint of the Tim Timmons vs. Jun Yao match, just as “Headstrong” by Trapt hit’s the Ballroom sound system.

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MASTERS: AHH!!!

DANIELS: Ohhhh, hold on a second!

The crowd explodes into cheers, as Timmons' head suddenly looks like it might do similar.

MASTERS: He can't come out here! Timmons filed a restraining order against him!!!

DANIELS: Apparently so, but it looks as though the Aerial Specialist is still determined to make his presence felt here tonight!!!

Timmons drops Jun off his shoulders as he approaches the ropes nearest the ramp, his face now bright red with anger. As the music continues to play, Timmons starts yelling towards the backstage area, his words inaudible to us at home. However, it appears as though he's daring Crimson Blaze to come out, making repeated references to the aforementioned restraining order.

MASTERS: Where are the police!? They need to be out here to make the arrest as soon as that little shit-runt shows his face!!!

No police appear to be in attendance.. but then neither does CB, as the seconds continue to tick by without anyone emerging through the curtain. Eventually.. the music simply fades out, with the lighting returning to normal. However, where normally you would expect a situation like this to draw a fair amount of heat from the crowd.. they instead appear to be cheering even more wildly than when the music first hit.

DANIELS: Well, that was.. Wait a second, IN THE RING!!!

MASTERS: WHAT!? OH SHIT!!!

Apparently taking Blaze's now-show as a victory, the smirk returns to Timmons' face. He turns back into the ring.. to suddenly find himself face-to-face with..

..El Pablo!?

MASTERS: WHAT IS THIS!? I DON'T EVEN...

The two men stare at each other, Timmons quite obviously taken aback by this twist, and apparently unsure of how exactly to react. EP, however, appears to have no such problems, as he suddenly punts Timmons in the stomach, then drapes him over his shoulders.

DANIELS: Huh?

MASTERS: Huh?

After a brief pause, and with a huge roar.. EP throws Timmons off, hitting him with.. the Kode of Silence?

DANIELS: KODE OF SILENCE!!! Kode of Silence!? What the hell!?

MASTERS: WHAT IS GOING ON!?!?!?

EP stares down at Timmons' unconscious body for a few moments, before slowly dropping to his knees beside him. EP continues to drop, until he is almost laying flat on the floor. He whispers a bit of indecipherable smack-talk to Timmons.. then reaches up and grabs his mask.. pauses.. and whips it off.

MASTERS: Son of a bitch!!!

The crowd pops huge once again as EP is revealed to in fact be Crimson Blaze, the Aerial Specialist continuing to talk smack to Timmons as he now grips the mask in his hand.

DANIELS: Crimson Blaze has out-foxed Timmons again.. oh, but here comes the cavalry!

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The action pauses on a close-up shot of CB laying almost face-to-face with the unconscious TT. The camera slowly pulls back, revealing a flat-screen TV stood upon a large wooden desk. On one side of this is a police officer, his back turned to the camera. On the other side are Cristal and EP, their still-cuffed hands resting on the desk in front of them.

EL PABLO: You see now? It was Crimzon Blaze who attacked Tim Timmons, while DRESSED as me!

CRISTAL: Right!

OFFICER: Hmm… You might be right. But, how do we know you’re really El Pablo?

EL PABLO: ..Are you serious? You’ve just seen every piece of identification documentation I have.. what more could you possibly want!?

An brief silence follows, with the three just staring blankly at each other.

OFFICER: Erm.. wow. Really?

EP looks at Cristal, then back at the officer, shrugging his shoulders. The officer sighs, and begins to massage his forehead slightly with his hand.

OFFICER: Well, for a start, you’re wearing a mask. All your documentation features photographs of you WITHOUT a mask. Just take that off, and we’ll be good.

EP and Cristal suddenly recoil in horror.

EL PABLO: WHAT!?

CRISTAL: Remove his mask!?

EL PABLO: I can’t remove my mask!!

CRISTAL: It’ll shatter the illusion!! The mystique!!

EL PABLO: Yeah, the mystique!!

The officer sighs again.

OFFICER: Okay, look.. kids… If you really ARE El Pablo, then I understand you have a match back at the ballroom in approximately 10 minutes time. You wanna make it? Then take.. the mask.. off.

EP and Cristal look at each other again, before EP lets out a huge sigh of his own.

EL PABLO: ..Fine.

Slowly, EP brings his hands up behind his head, and begins to untie the mask. He pauses for a moment.. then peels it off.. revealing…

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..a black and silver mask, with fluffy pink ears sticking out from either side.

EP and Cristal smile ever-so-sweetly at the officer, who just drops his head down onto the desk with a thud. The screen fades to black, as white text once again fades into view;

EWA Shatterpoint!

Hammerstein Ballroom

Approximately 10 Minutes Later.

The camera fades in from darkness onto a fire door, shot from inside one of the Ballroom’s many backstage corridors. After a split-second of nothingness, the door bursts open, as El Pablo tumbles into the corridor. He picks himself off the floor, and sprints off down the corridor, shouting as he goes.

EL PABLO: ‘Scuse me! Coming through! Five Star Superstar, waiting to kick some Massive Ass!

The screen cuts a few times, following EP as he charges through various parts of the arena. Eventually, he comes to the curtain, just as his stablemate and tag-partner Eli Sweeney steps through into the main arena. EP skids to a halt, grabbing a stagehand for support, quite clearly more than a little out of breath.

EL PABLO: Wait.. He.. I.. Cops.. Uhh…

EP collapses to the floor, as the screen transitions once again to show the closing moments of EP’s match alongside Eli against Massive Impact…

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Daniels: Skyscraper lifts Eli up and sends him outside of the ring to the floor as Hindenburg drags El Pablo back into the center of the ring…Skyscraper goes to one corner and Hindenburg to the other…both men run…SKYSCRAPER WITH A LEG DROP TO EL PABLO’S FACE AND HINDENBURG WITH A LEG DROP TO EL PABLO’S MID SECTION….THE IMPACT!!!!!!

Master: On the outside Brian Blaze. sporting a barely healed gash from his matchwith Valo, sends The Mountain Man into the guard rail as Jace Champion floors Carnage…

Daniels: Hindenburg covers…

1!!!

2!!!

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

***DING DING DING***

Maxell Fabian: THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH SKYSCRAPER AND HINDENBURG….MASSIVE IMPACT!!!!!

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Darkness engulfs the screen yet again, as we cut to the medical room backstage. Staff appear to be preparing themselves for an imminent arrival, a suspicion that is confirmed when the door bursts open, and the standing members of Too Damn Sexy rush in, pulling a limp, lifeless EP along with them on a stretcher. Strangely, they completely bypass the medical staff, instead choosing to wheel EP over to the far end of the room, drawing a curtain across behind them. This rather obscures the vision of the camera with regard to any further developments, although the audio is still clearly detectable.

CRISTAL: Pabs, are you ok? Can you hear me?

JACE: Aww man.. he’s in a bad way, you guys!

BLAZE: Yeah, he’s crushed pretty bad!

ELI: What do we do!?

JACE: We need some way to fluff him back up…

BLAZE: Cristal! Grab that thing there and blow on it!

CRISTAL: Blow.. on THAT!?

JACE: It’s the only way…

CRISTAL: But I don’t know if I can even fit..

ELI: DAMMIT, CRISTAL! Do you want your boyfriend to pull through this or not!?

CRISTAL: Okay, okay!!!

BLAZE: That looks great, Cris, just keep going!

JACE: Yeah, nice job! I’ll start pumping too, that should hopefully speed things along nicely!

ELI: Oh that’s hot.. that’s REAL hot!

CRISTAL: And it tastes a LOT nicer than it looks!

BLAZE: I’ll say!

JACE: Oh shit, Cris.. I think it’s about to blow!

ELI: Yeah we’re totally nearly done!

Suddenly, the curtain is pulled back.. revealing quite the spectacle. Cristal has her lips locked around an extremely-inflated balloon, Jace is using a hand pump to blow up another, Eli is holding what appears to be a freshly-baked cake, and Blaze.. well, Blaze is massaging EP’s nipples. The four turn round rather sheepishly to face the main part of the room, as the camera cuts to show the stunned faces of the medical staff, who have now gathered around the booth. The camera cuts back to TDS, just as EP groggily rolls over onto his stomach and gazes up at Eli.

EL PABLO: Ooh, cake!

The screen fades to black.

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The scene re-opens, revealing yet another change in scenery. A plain black curtain hangs down in front of the camera, filling the entirety of the screen. In the centre of it is the EWA logo, which has been scrawled over with graffiti reading “TDS”. Stood in front of the curtain, just to the right of shot is Jess Star, EWA’s newest interviewer, dressed in a low-cut branded vest-top and blue jeggings. In her right hand is a microphone, which she raises to her lips as she flashes a smile at the camera.

JESS STAR: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the EWA Interview Zone, broadcasting exclusively on EWA.com!

My guest at this time is a man looking to get his career somewhat back on track this coming Monday on Shatterpoint, having suffered what can only be described as a CRUSHING defeat on the last show, when he and his partner Eli Sweeney were defeated in tag-team action by the team of Massive Impact, of course now just one component part of fledgling stable Violent Retribution. He is undoubtedly one of the biggest and brightest stars in professional wrestling today, and he and his partner Cristal are easily THE number one couple in the industry right now. He is, of course, “The Five Star Superstar”.. El Pablo!

EP and Cristal saunter slowly into shot, a smile on each of their faces. EP nods at the camera, then nods at Jess, as the two take up their position on the left-hand side of the screen.

JESS STAR: Welcome along, guys. Now, Pablo.. this coming Monday you find yourself set to compete in the latest “Imperial Induction” match, taking on EWA’s newest recruit, “Twisted” Todd Anderson. Your thoughts?

EL PABLO: Well, Jess…

..I’ve got nothing.

Silence falls upon the scene, as EP just shrugs his shoulders.

JESS STAR: You.. you’ve got nothing?

EL PABLO: Straight up.

JESS STAR: Erm.. I.. I mean…

EL PABLO: Well, basically.. it’s a little to prepare, or cut a promo for a match, when you honestly have no idea what kind of opponent you’re meant to be facing!

I mean, there is literally NOTHING on this guy out there.. believe me, I’ve looked!

..Well, I got a few people to look for me, but still, they assured me that whatever footage there might be of this guy is pretty well hidden!

All I know about him is that he used to be a radio presenter.

I mean, seriously.. WHAT!? Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for not getting my internal organs crushed by human battle tanks anymore.. but really? The Five Star Superstar is taking on a DJ this week?

I dunno, maybe I’m doing him a disservice. But, you know, considering he’s just signed up for what is now a MAJOR NETWORK promotion.. you’d think he’d be thrusting himself into the spotlight a bit more; especially considering his presumably so used to being there anyway! Yet the simple fact is, no-one’s heard a peep from this guy since he signed up! No excitement-building VTs, no surprise assaults, no arrogant interrupting of an established superstar’s promo… no nothing.

Well Jess, in the absence of any real material to work with.. I guess I have no choice but to just make it simple…

EP turns to face the camera.

EL PABLO: Todd.. hey! How you doin’, buddy? Managed to wrestle your tongue back from that big scary cat yet?

Allow me to introduce myself.

My name is El Pablo, commonly referred to as the Five Star Superstar.

I’m a multi-time World Champion, and since I started out in this business, I’ve prided myself on a reputation of excitement, innovation and straight-up, all-out entertainment.

This week, LIVE on Shatterpoint.. it is my pleasure to officially welcome you into the EWA circus. And let me tell you something, Todd..

..it’s gonna be quite an experience.

The screen fades to black.