The screens in the arena flicker into life and the camera focuses in on them, bringing us back out to the parking lot where Total Mayhem and The Home Town Heroes had their altercation earlier on that day.The head-lights of a vehicle shine bright from the distance. The vehicle approaches within moments and fans are offered a glimpse at a sleek, black limousine. Tinted windows prevent people from peering inside, so no one knows who it is that is arriving to the Colosseum or why it would be of any interest to them. Cameras roam the outside and move towards the back passenger door as a valet opens it.
William Masters: "What a fancy ride.”
Stepping out from the limousine first is Ms. Fontaine. Her sexy, sweet smile playfully emerging over her lips. She carries with her a peculiar item – a black velvet bag. By the shape of the bag, it is quite obvious the contents are not something a woman would be carrying around inside of a purse. So, as of now, whatever is contained inside that black velvet bag would have to remain a mystery.
Tim Timmons: "Well, Ms. Fontaine has arrived in style tonight and you know what that means?”
William Masters: "Ryan Shane. Arriving a little late tonight''.
Ryan Shane follows suit – emerging from the limousine – and moving beside Ms. Fontaine. He has a big announcement tonight – but no one apparently even has a clue what it is. The entire wrestling world buzzes about the possibilities. But, now that he has arrived to the Colosseum, the world is one step closer to finding out what this big announcement is all about.
Tim Timmons: "Ryan Shane will be receiving some mic time tonight. I wonder if that has anything to do with why he is late? We haven't seen him in action for a little bit, so there is a lot of speculation going around about what it actually involves. As far as I can see, Shane is as ready for action as anyone else.”
Before the audience can give a reaction to Shane and Ms. Fontaine's arrival, Shane glances back – peering out between his aviator sunglasses and the bill of his black fitted baseball cap – and to the limousine. One final individual exits the vehicle and it is none other than EWA's new Heavyweight Champion, Justin Marsham. He is dressed to perfection in a black suit – his eyes concealed by black sunglasses – and the EWA Heavyweight Championship proudly slung over his right shoulder.
With the image of these three individuals on screen, audiences come to life with jeers – booing loudly.
Tim Timmons: "There's no question to me that these fans do not like this alliance between Ryan Shane and Justin Marsham. There's a lot to fear when you step into the ring with one of those guys. But, when you're stepping into the ring with both of them – or know that the one has the other's back. Well, that's enough to make a grown man crap himself.”
William Masters: "You would know from experience, huh?”
Tim Timmons: "I'm just giving a visual.”
William Masters: "Ryan Shane is getting mic time tonight like you said, but so is Justin Marsham. He has a huge announcement tonight and I really think it'll be something big...like eradicating Hardcore from EWA. That would be Earth-shattering news and we know how Marsham feels about it.”
Tim Timmons: "You're just speculating. We'll just have to wait and find out.”
William Masters: "Maybe not. Ryan Lewis is quick on the scene!”
Not more than a mere few feet into the door, Shane and Marsham are assailed by Ryan Lewis' questions. He attempts to gain their attention and knows no better way than to stand in front of them, preventing further progression into the Colosseum.
Ryan Lewis: "Excuse me, excuse me. Can I get a word with you guys about tonight's announcements?”
No answer is given as this trio continues past Lewis.
Ryan Lewis: "Can you give these fans a clue as to what you guys will be talking about tonight?”
Neither man responds as Lewis tags along side them. Instead, it is Ms. Fontaine that responds for them.
Ms. Fontaine: "Just like everyone else, you'll have to wait.”
Dejected – Ryan Lewis with a frown etched across his countenance is the last image shown before returning back to the broadcast position.
Tim Timmons: "Looks like he got nothing! Well it won't be long until we find out about these announcements. So, let's get back to the Imperial Induction Match with Dyson and Croft!”
EDWARD CROFT vs CHRIS DYSON
Timmons – I have to say Manning really seems to be busy. This is the third straight show with new faces, although nobody will ever replace the great Tim Timmons.
Masters – You keep telling yourself that
-The camera cuts to the ring where we see Fabian running the ropes to the cheers of the crowd. He stops himself by running chest-first into the ropes and stands smiling at the crowd before pacing backwards-
* DING DING DING *
Fabian – Ladies and Gentlemen.. And Xavier Reid.. The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is an Imperial Induction match
-"Open Your Eyes” by Pusha-T begins to play to a mixed reaction. The screen, showing an image of Dysons name, splits and he steps out onto the staging-
Fabian – Introducing first, from St Louis, MO, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds... He is "The Franchise” Chhhhrrrriiiiisssss Dyyyyssssoooooonnnn!!!!
-Dyson walks down the ramp to mixed reactions. He teases a high five run, but looking at the front row he pulls back and smirks-
Masters – Dyson there realising that he really shouldn't touch the front row of an EWA event. No idea where they have been.
Timmons – But still, you should respect your fans
-Dyson climbs the steps and wipes his feet on the apron before stepping between the ropes.-
Voice - How much did you pay them to sign you?
Masters: Nice to see Xavier Reid get in a little good natured ribbing on Chris Dyson
Timmons: Not so nice to see that even without a mic he can still be heard
Masters: So now you mock the volume of our fans?
-Dyson goes to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle, looking around the arena to mixed reaction. The music dies down as he jumps back from the turnbuckle and stares up the ramp-
Fabian – Aaannndd his opponent.. Originally from Toronto Ontario, Canada.. He comes to us by way of The Bronx, New York.. Give it up for the "Canadian Bad Ass” Edddddwwwwaaaaarrrrddddd Crrrroooooffftttttt!!!!
-"Rock Bottom” by Eminem plays out as the camera pans back to the stage. The crowd cheers as Croft steps out from between the split screen-
Xavier Ried (shouting) – And they say I'm too small for this business
Timmons – Reid is certainly making his presence felt.
Masters – Leave off our fans, what kind of commentator are you?
Timmons - Word has it that Croft is going into this with an injury to his ankle. If I were Dyson I know where my target would be.
Masters – What an idiot. I hope that Dyson finishes the job and breaks it. What's a "Canadian Bad Ass” anyway?
Timmons: Once again back to the prejudgement. What kind of commentator are YOU?
-Croft walks down the ramp looking around the arena. He rolls under the bottom rope and gets to his feet. Dyson meets him in the middle as the two stare each other down. We see their jaws moving but the microphones don't pick up what they are saying-
Masters – Can't beat a bit of trash talking.
* DING DING DING *
- The bell sounds and Dyson shoves Croft forcefully, causing him to step backwards. Croft retaliates with more force, leading to a shoving match. Dyson swings a punch but Croft ducks it and locks in a rear waistlock. Driving forwards Dyson hits the ropes chest first. Croft attempts to slam him but Dyson grabs the ropes, causing Croft to backwards roll. Dyson turns and the two stare down again-
Masters – Smart move to grab the ropes by Dyson.
Timmons – Looks like they both have the measure of each other here.
-They lock up and Dyson kicks at Crofts injured ankle. As he falls Croft monkey-flips Dyson over his head. The two both rise to their feet quickly. Both men lock up again. This time Dyson drives Croft to the corner and the ref calls for a break. Dyson obliges, but as he steps back he chops the chest of Croft. The sound reverberates around the arena as Croft collapses in the corner-
Timmons – I've taken a few of those. They can sting for hours.
Masters – Wow, I'd never guessed. Next you'll tell us that being dropped on your head actually hurts right?
-Croft rolls under the bottom rope clutching his chest in pain. Dyson checks, then rebounds off the opposite side ropes before going for a baseball slide kick-
Masters – Sweet baseball sli- NO!
-But Croft blocks the kick. Spinning Dyson on the apron Croft grabs the head and hits a DDT to the floor, leaving both men down-
Masters – Croft with a high impact DDT that seems to have taken them both out
Timmons – Look, Reid is sat there mere metres from them, will he do something?
-The cameraman turns from the sprawled out Dyson and Croft to Reid sat in the front row.. his hand is on the railing, like he's going to jump... but instead he starts clapping the men on
Masters: See, when will you believe he's just here as a fan?
As the camera pans back Croft is rolling Dyson into the ring. Sliding in he hooks the leg-
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