EWF Presents the "Iron Man" Tournament Day 2 Results

*The show goes live inside the Elite Coliseum and there is a rainbow coloured procession of pyrotechnics to greet the opening. “Indestructible” is roaring out of the sound system and the crowd in attendance are making their feelings know. The crowd that has been amassed is much closer to the five hundred mark today than the three hundred that were there yesterday. Spotlights and stroblelights flash around the arena and then the cameras attention turns to Jonathan Kelly and Donovan Franklin, sat at the announce booth.

JK: Ladies and gentlemen good afternoon and welcome to day two of the first ever EWF show….we are presenting the Iron Man and we are live inside the Elite Coliseum here in Los Angeles. We are exclusive on the V2forum and what a show we have in line for today. After yesterday’s amazing action, the superstars have had a rest, they are as re-energised as possible and they are back, ready for the final hurdle….ready to complete the journey, that will see us crown the first ever EWF World Champion. I am here, with my broadcast colleague, the epitome of excellence, Donovan Franklin. Don, what are you expecting from today?

DF: First I need to give major props to everyone that was involved yesterday, you made the debut of EWF something that will never ever be forgotten. But now we are at the business end of proceedings and I expect to see a lot of desperation kicking in for the superstars still involved. You have to remember that these guys are tired, whether they slept last night or not, and their bodies have to be wracked with pain. So I think we can expect to see an increase in the “whatever it takes” attitude….

JK: As well as the semifinals and, of course, the final….we also have the battle royal for the EWF TV Championship. Every competitor that failed to qualify for the semifinals will be eligible for that match….who do you favour for that?

DF: Well word going around is that there may be a new signing or two, so never rule out a dark horse….out of the confirmed participants, I nod my head towards Liam “Viper” Wood….he was desperately unlucky not to qualify yesterday, and he will feel he has a point to prove. Conrad is banged up, Wells has a shot and Garcia is banned from action….so yeah, my money is on Wood, but you never know…

JK: That is our lineup…..we expect history to be made here today in Los Angeles, the growth of EWF continues and we are so glad that you are witnessing it with us….

DF: Lets get down to business….I can’t wait any longer…

JK: Me either…but before our first contest of the evening folks, allow us to show you the press conference that took place earlier today involving all four of our semifinalists…..to say it was explosive would be an understatement….

*The Hypertron turns on and the fans in attendance as well as the viewing audience are treated to a video of the hype press conference from an hour ago.

*Daniel Magnusson is stood at the giant table inside the media room at the Elite Coliseum. There is a lot of press gathered, as well as at least two hundred+ fans in the area. Jimmy Phillips and Jason Sparkz are sat on one side of Magnusson, Machiavelli and Costello on the other. A giant “Iron Man” poster has been erected to the side and the EWF Championship has been placed in a glass cabinet at the front of the stage.

Magnusson: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us today for the EWF Iron Man press conference. For those of you who don’t know, yesterday we opened our doors and we kicked off with the Iron Man tournament. Two groups of four competitors, that all competed against each other in a round robin format. At the end of the tournament, each individual had wrestled three times…and depending on the manner of their victories or defeats they were awarded points. The two superstars from each group with the most points at the end of the group stage advanced to today’s semifinals….please welcome those four men!

*There is a loud round of applause for the four men sat on either side of Daniel Magnusson

Magnusson: Yesterday was a huge success for this company and we are very confident that today will surpass that. We are building for the long term, and this is just the beginning of what promises to be an incredible journey….but it is a beginning that we are extremely proud of.

*The members of the media begin to raise their hands

Magnusson: So today, is basically just an opportunity for you to ask these four men about their upcoming battles….and really get a sense of what it is like being a part of the EWF experience. So please, let us begin!

*Magnusson points to a blonde woman in the front row

Reporter: Sally Matthews, Pro Wrestling Illustrated. A question first for Jimmy Phillips, how is the injury? Are you cleared for competition?

*Jimmy Phillips smiles and removes his hoody, revealing his heavily strapped shoulder

Phillips: Right now, I’ve got the all clear. Obviously the injury still exists, broken bones don’t heal overnight, but after a good night’s sleep I believe I am in a much better place today.

Matthews:And will there be more tests before you fight?

Magnusson: Jimmy will see a doctor before he competes, yes. But we are confident he will come through with a green light and take his deserved place in the semifinals.

Matthews: And Jimmy, do you have any preferred match type to come up in the spin the wheel concept?

Phillips: I’m just happy to compete, and I am willing to walk through whatever I have to in order to realize my dream. As long as I come through this unscathed, I’m getting my hands on that douche over there and I am going to tear his head from his shoulders.

*Machiavelli merely grins at Phillips’ threat. Magnusson then points to a second reporter.

Reporter 2: Dan Owens, LordsofPain. Question for Dario Machiavelli…a lot of interest in the “Fear” campaign, but what is the thought process behind this scheme?. Do you really believe that using tactics like you have so far can lead to a world championship?

*Machiavelli leans back lazily in his chair

Machiavelli: It has got me this far, has it not? I do not care whether you agree with my tactics, because I know I am right and I know I shall succeed. Everybody is controlled by “Fear” and everybody has a threshold of which they cannot overstep, it is my job to find such a barrier, and then cross it. Because this is my life’s work, and this is my masterpiece. I have more that sufficiently planned for what the future is going to hold…and I know that EWF will never forget me, I shall soon rule over this kingdom….and I will force you all to watch my reign of terror.

*Phillips is staring across the table at Machiavelli, traces of hatred on his face

Reporter 3: Stephen Dwyer, Bleacher Report, just a quick one for Jason Sparkz. After defeating Vincent Costello last night, topping Group A, a lot of places are now touting you as the favourite for this tournament. Do you feel any added pressure on your shoulders now?

Sparkz: I think pressure is a part of the territory, and if you’re not ready for it then time to jack it in. I have always dreamed of being a world champion, so I know the pressure is fever pitch when you reach this kind of level and I refuse to let it cloud my focus.

I know there is a little expectation on me now, but I’ve proven so far that I can compete with the big guns in this competition, there is no reason why that cannot continue here today.

Costello: There is…because a chump like you can only get so much luck…

Sparkz: I already beat you once…

Costello: Like I said, lucky, it wouldn’t happen again…

Sparkz: Do you really believe that?

*Daniel Magnusson smiles as he is forced to push Vincent Costello back, stopping him walking towards Sparkz and starting a fight.

Magnusson: These guys are just itching to get out there…..

Reporter: Jack Reid, Wrestling Observer, Vincent, why are you so reluctant to talk with the press?

Costello: Because I ain’t got anything to say to you little man. All you papz do is invade people’s privacy and I’m not giving you an inch. I’ll give interviews in my time….and if you want a statement from me, watch my matches, because I’m doing enough talking with my fists.

Reid: But are you not contractually obliged to talk?

Magnusson: We aren’t following the same model of other promotions. We do not tell our talent that they have to speak to the media, but it is encouraged. Vincent is a very outspoken man but only when it suits him, mostly he likes to undertake a silent assault approach and we have no problem with that here at EWF.

Costello: Like I said, when the EWF Championship is around my waist….then you chumps can hear me talk, heck I’ll speak to each and every one of you in turn…..but until then, quit bugging me, quit harassing me….because I promise you, I will make you regret it.

*Sparkz smirks at Costello’s words

Costello: You got something to say pretty boy?

Sparkz: I just think it’s funny that a guy with a big mouth like you, is trying to pretend like he has nothing to say….

Costello: Oh I’ve got plenty to say….but I’ll speak in my time…

Sparkz: Is that right?

Costello: Yeah it is, as soon as that belt is in my possession, then you’ll get my thoughts…

Sparkz: We all know that belt isn’t leaving with you…

*Costello smirks at Sparkz and then takes a sip from his water bottle. He looks at his rival and then throws the water into Sparkz’ face, erupting a brawl on the podium.

Magnusson: Guys…

*Sparkz dives across and clatters into Costello, knocking him to the floor and then begin to brawl. Security breaks into the shot and begin to pull them apart as Jimmy Phillips grabs a spare chair from the table, folds it up and runs towards Machiavelli. Dario throws his hands up to protect his face, so Phillips jabs him in the gut and then slams the weapon across the back of Machiavelli. He lifts it again to bring it down on Dario’s head as Dario’s hooded ally appears and pulls the chair from Phillips’ possession and throws it away before grabbing Phillips by the throat.

Magnusson: Stop…

*The hooded man looks to chokeslam Phillips off the stage into the media area but security move in and stop it before it can happen. Phillips is dragged away and kicks and shouts as he is lead down the steps in the fan area. Dario Machiavelli is holding his back but laughing as he watches Phillips disappearing. Vincent Costello and Jason Sparkz have been separated by security as well and they are trash talking one another. The fans in attendance are making a lot of noise and Daniel Magnusson looks deeply embarrassed as the members of the media scribble frantically in their notepads and on their phones.

*Video ends

JK: As you can see folks, the atmosphere in the back has really reached fever pitch….these four men know that it is all on the line for them……this is the biggest opportunities of their careers…

DF: I think the press conference was a bad idea, all those hyped up stars in the same place was asking for trouble….

JK: You can see what it means to these men……we really have reached the endzone….but who is leaving with the championship….

DF: Well it is almost time for our first semi-final, so we are very close to finding out…

JK: Prediction?

DF: No thanks…

*The scene changes and the crowd as Dario Machiavelli is shown exiting his locker room, no sign of his mysterious ally. Hugh Cartwright is waiting to grab an exclusive:

Cartwright: Dario…an insight into your thoughts ahead of this match?

Machiavelli: All I am thinking about is winning………………and how best to expose Jason Sparkz’s “fear” in front of the whole world…

Cartwright: Any preference on a match type concept from the spin the wheel?

Machiavelli: I have none. I can defeat Jason Sparkz no matter what our environment is destined to be. He is about to star in his very own Hollywood classic…..the only thing he doesn’t know…...by the time I have finished with him…. he will never do so ever again!

Cartwright: At the press conference earlier on, you were involved in a brawl with Jimmy Phillips…

Machiavelli: I was not. Jimmy Phillips initiated a “fight” but I refused to engage in warfare when it was not necessary. Phillips has already shown that I am inside his head, that he cannot overcome the fear that entrenches his soul, he is drowning in the darkness, nobody can save him….he is no threat.

Cartwright: And your ally….can we expect an appearance?

Machaivelli: Instead of the use of “ally” or “hooded giant”, I will present you with the information that you require….his name is Ojore. He is a living nightmare of a man….he does not work for me….he does not follow my orders….he does what he wants, when he wants….but we share the same goals…..we have the same vision….and that vision is removing the veil of lies that surrounds this earth…we intend on showing you the fear that lies beneath…

*The crowd boo

Machiavelli: And Ojore will not be joining me at ringside…because as I told you yesterday, he has been granted access into this evening’s battle royal….he is deep in meditation…..tonight will be a success…..Fear shall reign!

*Machiavelli sniffs deeply, his eyes burning with malice, and then turns on his heel and walks towards the entranceway.

Semi Final 1
Jason Sparkz vs Dario Machiavelli

Ding ding

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for the Iron Man Semi-Finals!

*Crowd pop

Rick Ambrose: In these matches, we will be using the Roulette Wheel to decide the stipulations of the bouts in questions. So without further ado, allow me to introduce the participants of semi-final number one!

JK: This is it guys……semi-final number one in the EWF Iron Man Tournament….who will be the first man to reach the final?

DF: And what are these competitors going to have to face in order to progress?

The boos scream from all corners of the arena as “People are strange” echoes out of the speakers. Red pyros erupt and then Dario Machiavelli makes his way out on the stage, through a plume of smoke. He looks up at the Hypertron above him, smiling at the words “A FEAR PRODUCTION” across the big screen before walking steadily towards the ring.

JK: Dario Machiavelli qualified for these semi-finals through his brand of “fear”…..a disqualification loss to Jimmy Phillips in match one……a countout victory over Mike Conrad in match two….and a pinfall victory over Bryan Wells in match three, after paying Wells £50,000…

DF: Machiavelli certainly is a unique character, but that is what makes him such a serious contender…he is so unorthodox and unpredictable that is hard to work out what he will do next.

JK: Well he has promised to expose Jason Sparkz “fear” in this match and earn his spot in this evening’s final…

DF: And from what you have seen so far, you wouldn’t put it past him. Machiavelli has expended a great deal less energy that the rest of the playing field in this competition…..he is as fresh as they come…

JK: I can’t argue that…

Machiavelli drops his cloak at the base of the ring and then climbs up into the ring, where he paces slowly awaiting his opponent. The boos from the crowd are loud and vicious, but Machiavelli ignores them with a focused expression.

JK: I wonder how long it will be until we see Ojore….

DF: He sure is an incredible insurance policy of Machiavelli gets in any danger….

JK; Jason Sparkz is going to need eyes in the back of his head….

“Lose yourself” blasts out and a blue thunderbolt ignites the stage with a bang before a procession of silver pyros explode into the air. Jason Sparkz bounds out onto the stage and he throws his hands in the air, nodding his head in time to the music, before unzipping his hoody and throwing it into the crowd.

DF: The EWF faithful have fallen in love with the fan friendly style of Jason Sparkz…

JK: It’s easy to understand….he is an explosive warrior who gives 100% everytime he steps between those ropes…considered the favourite in many quarters, but can he realise his potential?...can Sparkz climb to the top the mountain…

DF: He has the tools, he just needs to use them…

Sparkz slaps the hands of the fans as he bounces down to the ringside area, and then walks around the ring, greeting all of his fans as he does so. Machiavelli watches Sparkz from the ring, an intrigued expression on his face. Daniel Magnusson then appears on the screen and the crowd cheer.

Magnusson: And now it is time to spin the wheel…..

*The cameras pan behind Magnusson and show the giant roulette wheel that is positioned behind him. All eyes are on the screen as Magnusson begins to spin.

JK: Where is it heading?

DF: TLC?.......Street fight?.......what is that?

*The wheel lands on a certain picture and the crowd wait in anticipation for the announcement.

Magnusson: I think we are going to need a commercial break whilst we get the production crew down there….this match will be a BARBED WIRE MASSACRE!

*Crowd pop

JK:What the hell is that?

Magnusson: What that entails is…..the ring ropes to be replaced by barbed wired and for a variety of weapons to be placed around ringside, each one covered in deadly barbed wire…..I hope you boys are ready….this is not going to be for the feint at heart.

*Machiavelli is grinning evilly as Sparkz looks up from the outside with a determined expression on his face. We go to a break as production crew members come down to change the ropes and deposit a variety of barbed wire weapons around ringside.

*Commercial

*Back from the commercials and Jason Sparkz, Dario Machiavelli and the referee are placed inside the barbed wire massacre. The crowd are making a lot of noise as they survey the deadly environment around them. The referee is given his final instructions to both men.

JK:Welcome back guys….and welcome to the barbed wired massacre…

DF: This is a seriously dangerous predicament for both superstars to be in…I know Machiavelli is grinning, but he is definitely concerned….a match like this shortens careers…

JK: A re-cap on the rules…..match ends by pinfall or submission, apart from that anything goes….you can literally do whatever you want to your opponent….and judging by the fact that the ring is surrounded by barbed wire I would expect mayhem..

DF: I really do not know what we are about to witness but there a definitive air of concern from the crowd here in the Coliseum…..things just got very serious…

The referee and the competitors view the barbed wire with hesitation and then the ringbell sounds and the match is declared underway. Sparkz and Machiavelli slowly circle one another and then they launch forwards, locking up in the centre of the ring…

JK: A place in this evening’s final awaits….these men are being forced to literally walk through hell to get there…

DF: Whoever leaves this match victorious deserves their spot in the final…..but there is always the possibility that neither of them will leave this match under their own power…

Machiavelli pushes Sparkz back towards the barbed wired ropes, but Sparkz twists out of the predicament into a waistlock and tries to force a german suplex on his opponent. Machiavelli slams a hard back elbow into the side of Sparkz’ head, breaking his grip and staggering him back. Dario then turns and runs for a big boot, but Sparkz ducks underneath and this time connects with a bridging german suplex…………1…………………2…………..shoulder up.

JK: Neither man is going to want to go anywhere near that barbed wire…

DF: It tears flesh with no remorse…I am actually astonished that a match choice like this was on that wheel…

Sparkz drags Machiavelli up and looks to lift him into a faceplant suplex but Machiavelli shoves his back into the corner and then chases in for a bodysplash, only for Sparkz to move and Dario to clatter the corner. Machiavelli staggers back out and walks straight into a spinning heel kick from Sparkz…

JK: Sparkz’ main advantage is his speed, but he can’t use the ropes in this match to assist him, how will he cope?

DF: He’ll have to improvise…

Sparkz thinks about running the ropes and then remembers about the barbed wire. So instead he does a lap of the ring before bursting into a forward roll…

JK: ROLLING…

Sparkz looks for the rolling senton splash but Machaivelli drives his knees up into the spine of his opponent before he can nail it. Sparkz rolls away in pain as Machiavelli gets back up to his feet, bursting forwards and thundering a big boot to the face of Sparkz….he then drags Jason back up and lifts him onto his shoulders, running him towards the barbed wire…

DF: He’s gonna drop him on top….

Sparkz wriggles and manages to fall off the back of Machiavelli, landing a dropkick as Dario turns around. Machiavelli staggers back towards the barbs but stops himself short as Sparkz gets up again and looks for a second dropkick…

JK: Caught him…..

Machiavelli catches Sparkz’ legs and drops him down on the back of his head. He shimmies him around for a slingshot but Sparkz wriggles and thrashes his legs, eventually managing to twist his hips and send Dario rolling across the canvass. They both get back up and Sparkz leaps up for a hurricanrana…

DF: Caught him…..POWERBOMB!

The crowd boo as Machiavelli catches Sparkz on his shoulders before snapping him down with a vicious release powerbomb. He backs into the corner and lifts himself onto the second rope, diving off with a legdrop to the throat………………………………………..1……………………………2………………..Sparkz kicks out!

JK; So far the barbed wire has yet to make an impact in this match….

DF: Let’s hope it stays that way…

Sparkz stumbles back up and walks straight into an atomic drop , followed by a russian legsweep………………………1……………………………….2……………………….shoulder up. Machiavelli crouches for a second and surveys Sparkz before getting back to his feet. He pulls his opponent up by the head, but Sparkz counters out with a jawbreaker. Dario stumbles backwards and Sparkz gets back, running at his opponent with a superkick….

JK: Ducked under….ELECTRIC CHAIR!

Dario ducks the superkick and lifts Sparkz onto his shoulders in one movement, drilling him face-first with an electric chair drop. Machiavelli rolls him over onto his back……………………………1………………………..2………………shoulder up. Machiavelli gets back up and he touches the barbed wire with a smirk before ragging Sparkz back up and attempting to slam his face against the unforgiving steel…

DF: Watch out…

Sparkz crashes an elbow into the ribcage of Machiavelli just in time and spins out, nailing a corkscrew roundhouse kick that puts Dario on the seat of his pants. Sparkz then does a lap of the ring and returns with a stiff low hesitation dropkick straight to the face…

JK: Brutal impact….

Machiavelli stumbles back up to his feet and Jason Sparkz connects with a running enziguri to the side of the head, knocking Dario back into the turnbuckle. Sparkz charges in after him and is successful with the monkey flip, putting Machiavelli on his back in the centre of the ring….

DF: This is Sparkz’ chance…..end it here, kid…

The crowd roar in approval as Sparkz leaps up onto the top rope in an instant. He looks around and gives the thumbs up…

JK: LIGHTNING STRIKE!

The frogsplash attempt is picture perfect, but Machiavelli rolls out of the way and leaves Sparkz to taste canvass. Machiavelli is back up to his feet and he nails Sparkz with a pumphandle slam…………………1…………………………………………….2……………………….shoulder up.

JK: You look at all these weapons strewn around ringside….you look at the barbed wire ropes, and you have to hope these guys finish this match before any of that comes into play….

DF: You absolutely do…..but the chances of that happening are very slim….

Sparkz holds his back as he stumbles up, and is immediately lifted onto the shoulders of Dario Machiavelli and walked towards the ropes…

JK: This could be it…

Machiavelli hoists Sparkz up and then launches him through the air, only for Sparkz to twist his body and wrap his legs around Dario’s neck….

DF: Headscissors…..OH GOD!

*Crowd cheer

JK: I guess I spoke too soon…

Sparkz’ headscissors sends Dario flying forwards and he crashes against the middle barbed wire rope, stuck there. The cameras pick up on the blood already starting to pour from the chest area of Machiavelli, his screams of anguish almost unbearable to listen to…..

DF: Machiavelli is really stuck….that barbed wire ripping and tearing his flesh…

Dario is trying to separate himself from the barbed wire but is really struggling. Jason Sparkz surveys him and then runs behind him, nailing a dropkick to the back that crushes Machiavelli against the barbed wire even more….

JK: This whole match favours Jason Sparkz now….

Machiavelli finally manages to pull himself away from the barbed wire and his chest is red raw, streams of blood coming from various holes in his skin. Jason Sparkz pulls him forwards and connects with a faceplant suplex….

DF: That should finish it…

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JK: Machiavelli fighting on….his body must be ravaged with pain now though….

DF: Dreams of world championship fading…

Sparkz gets back up and he pulls Machiavelli up, underhooking his arms as though preparing for a pedigree….

JK: Sparkz thinking of ending this….

Dario ducks right underneath and manages to counter with a backdrop. Sparkz gets back to his feet and runs straight into a samoan drop in the centre of the ring………………………………1………………………2………………he kicks out.

DF: Machiavelli is going to keep fighting….because this son of (beep) is tough…and he’s crazy…this looks a scene from one of his films…

Machiavelli gets back up and he holds his chest in pain before he drags Sparkz up and flips him onto his shoulders, in a dominator position…

JK: Variation on the powerbomb used by Ron Simmons here…

Sparkz struggles and drops off the back of the hold and then lands a hard roundhouse kick to the head as Dario turns around. Machiavelli staggers back towards the ropes and Sparkz chases after him….

DF: OH MY!

*Crowd groan

JK: That could have finished everything….

Machiavelli ducks his shoulder and uses Sparkz momentum to lift him up and drop him into a flapjack across the top of the barbed wire. It is Sparkz’ turn to scream in pain as Machiavelli clatters hard right hands into his back, forcing him against the barbs even more, he then drags Sparkz off the barbed wire and plants him with a back suplex….

DF: The blood is flowing now…

JK: Match wounds to the chest area….

Machiavelli makes the cover………………………………..1……………………………..2………………..Sparkz kicks out. Dario looks disbelievingly at the referee and covers again………………………………..1…………………………….2…………………shoulder up.

DF: Machiavelli feeling he had done enough to win this match….but Sparkz is a tough kid, he can ride the pain out….

Machiavelli stands up with an ugly grimace on his face and then pulls Sparkz up and lifts him into a jackhammer position. He walks closer to the ropes and then drops Sparkz down, stomach first onto the barbed wire again….

JK: That is horrible…

The crowd look shocked as Sparkz yells out in pain again, his feet dangling over the apron to the outside. He tries to get free but the barbs cut into his hands and he struggles to remove himself.

DF: Sparkz is really trapped here….

Machiavelli watches his opponent with a smile upon his face and then runs forwards, connecting with a kick to the top of Sparkz’ head that separates him from the barbed wire and drops him down to the outside of the ring…..

JK: There is now a wall of barbed wire between the competitors….

DF: This is good for Jason Sparkz…because look at those cuts, he needs time to relax…

Sparkz is crouched next to the ringside barrier, breathing deeply as blood spills from his chest and stomach. He looks around at the steel chairs wrapped in barbed wire, as well as variety of other weapons, and then back up at Machiavelli, who is grinning from behind the barbed wire ropes.

JK: Machiavelli is just going to wait, bide his time for Sparkz to get back in the ring…he won’t take unnecessary risks…

DF: And nor should he…..right now he is in control…

Sparkz manages to get back up onto his feet and he looks up at Machiavelli again, sensing how dangerous it will be to attempt to climb the turnbuckle back into the ring. Sparkz then grabs a barbed wire steel chair and hauls it over the top into the ring, missing Dario by a few inches. He then lifts up the ring apron and begins to search underneath….

JK: No idea what Jason Sparkz is looking for here…

The crowd cheer as Sparkz re-appears with something metal in his hands. He kneels up on the ring apron and sets to work….

DF: He’s got wire cutters…

JK: And what is he doing….

DF: He’s taking down one side of the barbed wire….ingenious by Jason Sparkz….

The crowd cheer but Machiavelli looks annoyed as Sparkz rips through one side of the barbed wire ropes, pulling the wiring away from the ring and dumping it in a pile on the outside.

JK: Now there is just a “bed” of barbed wire situated underneath the ring apron….

DF: And one side of the ring is devoid of ropes…

Machiavelli picks up the barbed wire steel chair and swings it forwards as Sparkz rolls back into the ring and blocks the shot with the wire cutters in his hand. Sparkz manages to boot Dario in the gut, doubling him over, and then crashes the wire cutters across his spine…

JK: Sickening shot….this really is a massacre now….

DF: We now have three sides of the ring covered in barbed wire…..one side completely devoid of anything, an access to the outside of the ring has now been created…

JK: Access to all these deadly weapons on the outside…

Sparkz throws the cutters on the floor and he then drags Machiavelli up into a piledriver position, only for Dario to swipe his legs and slingshot Sparkz towards the corner…

DF: He landed on the turnbuckle…..CROSSBODY!

Sparkz lands on the middle turnbuckle, leaps onto the top turnbuckle and twists back into an impressive crossbody…………………..1………………………….2………………Machiavelli kicks out in time. They get back to their feet and Sparkz connects with a dropkick before doing a lap of the ring and then rolling forwards….

JK:ROLLING THUNDER!

DF: Got him that time…

Rolling thunder connects across the chest of Dario Machiavelli and the crowd cheer. Sparkz gets back up onto his feet and he picks up the barbed wire steel chair and beckons Machiavelli to stand up…

JK: Machiavelli is about to get his clock cleaned….INCOMING!

DF: OH MY GOD…

Crowd: Holy (beep) x10

JK: This is done….

Sparkz swings the chair at Machiavelli but Dario ducks the shot and lifts Sparkz up into a back suplex position before walking him forwards and throwing him off the apron, straight ontop of the “bed” of barbed wire that is waiting on the outside floor!

DF: Sparkz just got tangled in a web of barbed wire….his whole body is being tortured as we speak…

JK: The severity of the situation cannot be exaggerated….he was just thrown off the ring apron onto a “bed” of barbed wire….

Sparkz is crying out in pain as he somehow pulls himself free of the barbed wire and drops onto the hard flooring. The cameras show sickening images of the deep red cuts all over Sparkz’ back as Machiavelli looks down at him with a sickening smile…

DF: And Machiavelli enjoying every second of it….get him back in the ring and cover him, Dario….this is over…

JK: The final decision must happen in the ring, so Machiavelli needs to get out there and capitalise….

Machiavelli stares for a few more moments and then drops down off the apron to the outside. He smiles at the booing crowd and then drags Jason Sparkz back up to his feet, running him forwards and ploughing him head-first into the corner of the ringside barrier….

DF: Machiavelli having some fun now…

JK: Sparkz is done for, there is no need for this…

DF: Machiavelli seems to think there is….

Machiavelli stomps Sparkz next to the barrier and then chokes him with his boot. The referee is forced to watch as Machiavelli rips up the ring apron and pulls out a trash can from underneath…

JK: There is literally nothing the official can do about this…anything goes in this environment…

Sparkz is trying to use the barrier to get up as Dario walks behind him and clatters the trash can off the back of his head. He then pulls Sparkz up and drops him chest-first across the railing before suplexing him onto the hard flooring…

DF: Machiavelli is destroying Sparkz now….

The crowd boo as Machiavelli begins to lift up the protective covers from the floor, exposing the concrete underneath. He then drags Sparkz back up into a piledriver position…

JK; Not on the concrete…you’ll break his neck….

Sparkz grabs the legs of Machiavelli and swipes them, causing Dario to land on the back of his head. Sparkz keeps ahold of Machiavelli’s legs and then drops back, slingshotting him up above the ring apron and causing him to crash face-first into the barbed wire ropes…

DF: Check out the crimson mask…

Machiavelli staggers back, blood now pouring from a cut above his right eye, and Sparkz stumbles back to his feet. Dario tries to stumble away to safety but Sparkz jumps up on the ringside barrier, runs across and dives off into flying headscissors that sends Machiavelli face-first into the ringsteps…

JK; Jason Sparkz just will not quit……..kid has got major determination…

Sparkz gets back up to his feet and he grabs the trash can from earlier and lashes it across the back of Machiavelli’s head before turning him over and seating him next to the steel steps. Sparkz backs away to the opposite end of the ring and then sprints back, dropkicking Dario’s straight into the solid steel…

DF: Sparkz showing he can flourish in this environment aswell….

Sparkz grabs a board that has been wrapped in barbed wire and he drops it on the floor before dragging Machiavelli up and attempting to suplex him back onto the barbed wire. Machiavelli kicks his feet and refuses to budge before spinning out and seizing Sparkz by the throat…

JK: He’s gonna chokeslam him on the barbed wire…

Sparkz kicks Dario in the gut and then stuns the crowd as he DDT’s Machiavelli down ontop of the barbed wire, opening up deep lacerations to the head of his opponent.

DF: That is disgusting to see….Dario Machiavelli is a bloody mess here at the hands of Jason Sparkz…

Machiavelli is lying flat on the floor, blood around his head, as Sparkz slowly gets back to his feet, kicking the barbed wire board out of the way. Sparkz then lifts the ring apron up again and this time he produces a ladder from underneath….

JK; I don’t know what Jason Sparkz needs a ladder for but it cannot be good…

Sparkz hoists the weapon on his shoulders and he waits for Machiavelli to get back up before running forwards and crashing the front of the ladder between Dario’s eyes, dropping him to the ground. Sparkz then lifts the ladder up and slams it down ontop of his opponent…

DF: These two have beaten the holy hell out of one another…

JK: And the winner of this match will still have to survive the sixty minute iron match after this….I don’t think there is going to be much left of either of them when this is over…

Sparkz picks the ladder back up and he throws it over the barbed wire ropes into the ring. He stomps down on Machiavelli before staggering back around to the opposite side of the ring, where the access point has been created. Sparkz climbs back into the ring and he begins to set the ladder up in the middle….

DF: Sparkz has some evil intentions…

JK: Makes a change, it is usually Machiavelli who has all the evil planned…

The cameras show Machiavelli, dripping blood, crawling around ringside to the point where he can get back into the ring. His bloody head appears over the ring apron and he pulls himself up on the canvass as Sparkz picks up the barbed wire steel chair from earlier…

DF: Machiavelli has made it back to the ring, but that could be about as far as he is going to get….

Blood stains the ring as it drops from Machiavelli’s head and he gets back to his feet. Sparkz holds the chair, firmly, in his hands and then swings it above his head as Machiavelli turns around…

JK: Look at him, pleading for forgiveness…

Machiavelli sees the chair and immediately drops to his knees, holding his hands in surrender and begging Sparkz to show mercy. Sparkz looks confused as he stares at Machiavelli and then at the crowd…

DF: Jason Sparkz is torn here….he isn’t the sort of guy to brutalize somebody for no reason…

JK:BUT MACHIAVELLI IS!

The boos are devilish as Sparkz hesitates and Dario launches forwards, landing a brutal low blow on his opponent and dropping him to his knees next to Machiavelli. Dario looks into Sparkz’ eyes and smiles before he stands up and grabs ahold of the steel chair…

DF: One moment of hesitation can cost you a lifetime!

WHACK!....The chair thunders off the top of Sparkz’ head, dropping him to a standstill on the mat. Machiavelli throws the chair away and drops into the cover..
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JK: It’s over….

DF: IT’S NOT!

The crowd go ballistic as Sparkz somehow pushes his shoulder up off the mat, breaking up the three count at the final moment.

JK: I don’t believe what just happened…

DF: Jason Sparkz is putting it all out there…..he is fighting with everything he has got, he does not want to go home empty handed…

JK: But still…

Machiavelli is on his knees, surveying the referee with an ugly expression before getting to his feet. He grabs the official by the front of the shirt and demands a three count, but the official insists it was only a two. Machiavelli looks very angry as he shoves the referee down to the canvass....

JK: He can’t do that…

DF: No rulings in this type of match, though, so nothing the referee can do….

Machiavelli turns his attention back to Jason Sparkz and he picks the steel chair up off the canvass. Sparkz is a bloody mess as he tries to get up and Machiavelli spins the chair in his hands…

JK: One more shot should be enough….

Sparkz gets to his feet but staggers off balance, struggling to stay upright. He looks out towards the crowd, confusion in his eyes, and then turns around to face Machiavelli again…

DF: Here we go…

The referee is just getting back to his feet as Sparkz ducks the chair shot and it hits the turnbuckle, rebounding it and clattering into Dario’s face. He staggers back and Sparkz drags him down into an attempted schoolboy……………………….1……………………………………2………….kickout!

JK: That was so, so close…

They both fire back to their feet and Sparkz gets in first with several hard forearms before attempting to whip Machiavelli into the ropes. Dario keeps ahold of Sparkz’ arm though and pulls him into the middle of the ring, looking for a spinebuster…

DF: Countered….DDT!

Sparkz counters the spinebuster into a DDT, planting Machiavelli right on the top of his head. Sparkz sits there for a moment and then begins to get back to his feet, picking the barbed wire steel chair up and placing it across the head of Machiavelli…

JK: What the heck is Sparkz thinking here?

DF: Something that isn’t going to end very well I would wager….

Sparkz backs into the corner and lifts himself onto the second rope, looking down at Machiavelli down on the canvass. The crowd are willing him on but he seems slightly reluctant…

JK: I think Sparkz is regretting putting the chair there…

DF: Sparkz needs to let go of these feelings….because it is going to cost him…

Machiavelli begins to get back to his feet, pushing the chair off his head. He gets to one knee as Sparkz regains his senses and jumps off…

JK: Machiavelli saw him coming…

DF: Sparkz could have just thrown this match away…

Machiavelli clubs his hands together and crashes a sickening blow into the gut of Sparkz as he comes out of the air. Sparkz staggers back up to his feet and Machiavelli immediately scoops him up onto his shoulders….

JK; Sparkz going for a ride….

Machiavelli seems to be setting up for a modified F-5 but Sparkz spins out in mid-air and dropkicks Machiavelli in the back, sending him stumbling forwards and drapes across the middle of the barbed wire ropes.

DF: Machiavelli’s stuck….you don’t actually think Sparkz is going to try this?

JK: I think he is….619!

The crowd look horror struck as Sparkz runs to the ropes and grabs the barbed wire, sinking it deep into his hands, in order to nail the tiger feint kick to the face of Dario Machiavelli. Both men are down on the canvass but they slowly get back up and Sparkz crashes Dario’s head against the ladder before lifting him up and nailing a beautiful backdrop driver onto the barbed wire steel chair….

DF: Sparkz made a sensational opening for himself…

JK: I still cannot believe he used that barbed wire for the 619, what a sacrifice to make…

DF: All in the name of being a world champion….

Machiavelli is completely motionless in the middle of the ring, blood staining his whole body. Jason Sparkz pushes himself back to a vertical base and he slumps against the ladder for a moment, his chest heaving in and out, before grabbing the rungs and beginning to climb…

JK: What a risk this is for young Jason Sparkz…

DF: Machiavelli is out of it…..this is Sparkz chance….he can see the promised land from here….500 plus on their feet here in the Coliseum…

JK; What a moment this is…

Sparkz slowly but surely makes his way to the top of the ladder and he perches there, almost twelve foot above the canvass. He smiles from beneath his crimson mask, staring out at the crowd, and then looks down upon Machiavelli….

DF: This is it….FROGSPLASH….

JK: OH SWEET MOTHER OF GOD!

Crowd: Holy (beep) x10

DF: He’s broken….he’s damn well finished….get the medics….get some help out here right now…

JK: This is insane to watch, I cannot believe what we are witnessing here…

Jason Sparkz is just about to dive from the top of the ladder when a giant black man jumps the guard rail and into the ring. He grabs the ladder and pushes it over, sending Sparkz crashing down and landing in a tangle amid the barbed wire ropes.

JK: Who the hell is that?

DF: I’m guessing it’s Ojore……Machiavelli’s follower…

JK: This is insane….this isn’t right….I thought he wasn’t going to be involved in this match…

DF: Since when did you believe anything that Machiavelli has to say?...he had this planned from the start…

JK: Jason Sparkz was about to win this damn match…

The referee is berating Ojore who merely smiles and then picks the ladder up over his head and throws it to the outside of the ring, Jason Sparkz is still stuck in between all of the barbed wire as Dario Machiavelli begins to come to in the centre of the ring…

DF: This is horrible to see but Machiavelli has played the system once again….he designed this whole setup…

JK: I can’t believe this….Jason Sparkz gave this his all…

The crowd are booing furiously as Machiavelli begins to laugh uncontrollably. He staggers to his feet and gives an order to Ojore, who follows it without question.

DF: Ojore is a beast…now that we can see him without that hooded cloak on, look at the size of this guy…

JK: He’s Machiavelli’s “insurance policy” and boy has it paid off tonight..

Ojore grabs Jason Sparkz and he forcefully drags him out of the tangle of barbed wire, dropping him in a bloodied heap Machiavelli’s feet. Dario nods in satisfaction at Ojore, and the acknowledgement is returned as Ojore walks towards the apron and drops down to the outside, walking to the opening of the aisleway and stands there, waiting.

DF: Ojore’s job is done….now it is time for Machiavelli to finish proceedings…

Machiavelli continues to laugh at the crowd’s reaction and then he drags Jason Sparkz back up to his feet, smearing blood everywhere as he does so. Sparkz’ body is limp and devoid of fight as Dario turns him around…

JK: FINAL CUT!

DF: Exclamation point…

Machiavelli plants Sparkz with the inverted DDT and then drops down to a cover…
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DF: Forget about it….

JK: What the hell….

DF: DUSTBUSTER!

The referee’s hand comes down for the three as a figure dives across the ring and breaks up the pinfall. Machiavelli gets back to his feet quickly to see what is going on, but it is too late as Mike Conrad plants him with the RKO….

JK: Where the hell did Conrad come from?

DF: I have no idea…

The crowd are screaming in delight as Conrad stares a hole in the back of Machiavelli’s head and then rolls back from the ring. He looks at Ojore, who stares back at him, and then he beckons for the big man to follow him….

JK: Conrad daring Ojore to chase him…

DF: In Conrad’s condition I don’t think that is wise…

Ojore looks thunderous as he chases Conrad around ringside and then back up the rampway towards the backstage area. In the ring, Machiavelli and Jason Sparkz are completely motionless, the whole canvass covered in a red mess…

JK: What an insane set of events….first Ojore, now Mike Conrad….the balance of this match switches again…

DF: Well if Conrad hadn’t of got involved then Sparkz was done for…but that is Machiavelli’s own doing, because he alienated most of the roster on his first day…

JK: Machiavelli is the reason Conrad is no longer in this competition….

DF: But can Sparkz capitalise on his second chance?....he has lost a lot of blood and he is in a bad way…

JK: Seriously bad….Machiavelli still fresher despite the “Dustbuster”….

The crowd are chanting for Jason Sparkz as he tries to find the energy to get back up onto his feet, but is really struggling. Machiavelli is feeling the effects of the RKO but is able to shake away the cobwebs as he gingerly gets to his feet,blinking back blood and he grabs the steel chair…

DF: Both these men have lost blood….both their bodies are battered and busted…..but who has that one final push in the tank?

JK: Machiavelli is up….he has the chair…

DF: Sparkz has no idea….

CRACK!

JK:SUPERKICK!

*Crowd pop

Sparkz staggers up and seems destined to walk straight into a chairshot to the head, but he ducks it and then counters by superkicking the steel right back into Machiavelli’s face. Sparkz is down on his knees, breathing staggered, as blood streams down his face and onto his chest. He raises a bloodied hand to his face and smears the blood a little more before staggering to the corner and vaulting onto the top rope…

DF: This is your chance, son……time to shine…

JK; Jason Sparkz in the spotlight…is this his time?

DF: LIGHTNING STRIKE!

JK: Yes it is….

The flashbulbs go off and the noise from the crowd is tremendous as Sparkz flies through the air, landing the picture perfect frogsplash to the chest of Dario Machiavelli. He then crawls across and drapes an arm on the chest…
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DF: Yes….yes he did it….

JK: What a match….what an absolute bloodbath of a contest…………

DF: We are definitely going to need a new canvass after that one…..one of the most brutal and yet exhilarating matches I have ever witnessed…..fantastic stuff….

JK: Ladies and gentlemen….Jason Sparkz is an Iron Man finalist….congratulations sir….

DF: What an effort by both men, truly remarkable stuff…..they are both going to need serious medical attention, and Sparkz is going to need a lot of rest over the next four hours or so…..because now he must prepare for sixty minutes of Iron Man rules…

The whole crowd is on their feet as “Lose yourself” blasts out of the speakers and Jason Sparkz is declared the winner of the match. Neither competitor is moving in the middle of the ring, blood just stained all around them as the referee calls for medical attention.

JK: It seems like Machiavelli was once again going to steal this match, bringing Ojore out to tip the balance in his favour….but just when we were about to drop the curtain, out came Mike Conrad with a score to settle….and boy did he settle it…

DF: You said it yourself, Johnny, Machiavelli cost Conrad his place in this tournament….and now Conrad has returned the favour….he swung the pendulum back to Jason Sparkz and he took full advantage….Sparkz is going to the final where he will compete for the EWF World Heavyweight Championship…

JK: A well deserved achievement…. Sparkz has been fantastic from start to finish…displaying amazing heart and determination…but what does he have left in the tank for tonight?

DF: That’s the million dollar question…what does Sparkz have left?....and who will he meet in the final…Jimmy Phillips or Vincent Costello?

JK: The answer to that question is not too far away….that is our next match…

Medics are down at ringside, tending to both superstars, as the crowd continue to chant for Jason Sparkz over and over again. Sparkz, with the help of the EMT’s, manages to get back to his feet and he gives the fans the thumbs up as he hobbles from the ring and is helped towards the back. Machiavelli lets out a cry of disappointment from the ring as the medics treat his wounds.

DF: Machiavelli’s reign of terror over the Iron Man has ended….but you have to believe that the “Fear” campaign is only just getting started….what lies ahead for this man and his dastardly schemes?

JK: Machiavelli will be back without a doubt, and after this loss he may be even more dangerous than before….but for now he is out of the equation….Jason Sparkz has earned his right to main event this show…..but who will join him, that is our next question to be answered.

Sparkz reaches the top of the rampway and gives the crowd another thumbs up before exiting through the curtain, surrounded by concerned EMT’s.

Match time:21 minutes 55 seconds
Official Result: Jason Sparkz via pinfall

*We go backstage and Jimmy Phillips is just exiting the trainer’s room, where Kelsey Hughes is waiting for him.

Kelsey: Jimmy, do you have the all-clear for competition?

Phillips: I most certainly do..

*Cheers from the crowd

Phillips: The issues with the shoulder are plain for all to see, there is no doubting that and I’m not trying to cover it up. But I have been granted a real big opportunity here today and I will not be wasting it. Whether I am 50% or 100% you are going to see everything that I have in this next match, because I have never been more determined in my entire life.

Kelsey: Surely you know that the shoulder is such a target now for your opposition…..

Phillips: I know, but like I said, I can’t afford to dwell on that situation. I just need to focus on doing whatever I need to, and hopefully once the adrenaline kicks in I will be able to go full steam ahead, no worrying about any injuries.

Kelsey: You’ve already seen that Jason Sparkz defeated Dario Machiavelli in the first semifinal….are you disappointed that you whatever happens, you won’t have the chance to rekindle your feud with Machiavelli?

Phillips: Oh we’ll rekindle it, don’t you worry about that. But as far as I am concerned, Machiavelli got exactly what was coming to him. He put Conrad out of this tournament, did his best to ruin my chances, so the sight of him bleeding like a stuffed pig was extremely satisfying for me. My concentration, however, remains on this tournament and that means Vincent Costello next….and then hopefully, Jason Sparkz later tonight. My issues with Machiavelli are far from forgotten, you have my word.

*Phillips stretches his shoulder, wincing slightly in pain.

Kelsey: Finally, Jimmy, any preferences on a match type?

Phillips: Seriously?.....nah, I’ll just take whatever hand that fate deals me. Preferably something that doesn’t involve lifting or climbing, but I am not counting my chickens. This wheel of fortune doesn’t do anybody any favours, and I wouldn’t expect it any other way. In order to make the final, I will have to walk through the proverbial hell…..it’s a good job I prepared myself for the challenge!

*Phillips smiles at Kelsey, who grins back

Kelsey: Good luck out there Jimmy…I’m sure the fans here in the Coliseum will be by your side every step of the way!

*The crowd roar in approval and Phillips nods his head in thanks and then heads out towards the entranceway.

*The scene changes as a battered and bloodied Jason Sparkz is helped into the backstage area. There is crimson all over his face, chest, back and arms. He is barely able to support his own weight as Carlton Jacobs attempts to get a word.

Jacobs: Jason..

Medic: Mr Sparkz needs to get to the trainer’s room immediately….

*Sparkz stops dead and peers around, a wide grin crossing his face as he looks at Jacobs from behind his crimson mask.

Sparkz: Just got to get cleaned up and then we can talk….Iron Man final baby….WHOOO!

*The crowd cheer as Sparks half-heartedly fist pumps the air

Medic: You need your rest Jason, cmon…

*The medics lead Sparkz out of sight as Jacobs looks back at the camera

Jacobs: Jason Sparkz’ injuries don’t look career-threatening, however, he has lost a lot of blood and it will be interesting what diagnosis is made when he reaches the medical facility. He is going to need a lot of rest ahead of tonight’s scheduled final….but in my opinion, question marks will be raised over his ability to last sixty minutes after what he has just been through…………I will keep you updated with this situation as more news becomes available…but for now, Jason Sparkz is your first Iron Man finalist…

*Jacobs nods sternly at the camera and the scene changes again.

*The crowd cheer loud as Liam “Viper” Wood is shown arriving at the arena. He is dressed in jeans and a white shirt, looking fresh and ready for action. Hugh Cartwright stops by to catch a word with him.

Cartwright: Liam, how did the rest treat you last night?

Wood: It was good to sleep, that much is true. But resting did not diminish the disappointment I felt and still feel, knowing I will not be a part of the Iron Man finale.

Cartwright: You came very close, but it just was not to be this time around. What was it like watching that match between Jason Sparkz and Vincent Costello, knowing a submission ending was the only real way to assist your qualification?

Wood: To be honest, I knew it was over long before then. Because being reliant on somebody else is already a failure, you have taken fate out of your own hands and placed it with someone else, a rival, and that is the stupidest thing you can do. I can blame luck and anything else you can think of, but when it comes down to it, I just didn’t perform when I was supposed to…that’s why I am standing here right now, and those other guys are preparing for a world championship bout.

Cartwright: You obviously still harbour the desire to be a world champion, but do you now believe you need to set your short-term goals a little lower?

Wood: Perhaps, but the competitor in me will never give up on my dream. I still believe that on my day I am the best in this business and that confidence will not be broken by anything or anyone. I can still go above and beyond and I know that one day I will reach that mountain top.

But right now I’ll re-evaluate my goals, and that means setting my sights up the vacant EWF TV Championship. Now I know we don’t have a TV deal just yet, which makes the name of the title a little ironic, but believe me after you see my performance tonight….not even HBO will want to turn us down!

*The crowd cheer

Cartwright: I see the confidence has not been dented….so you believe you are leaving the Coliseum tonight with championship gold?

Wood: I don’t think it, Hugh, I know it. Yesterday was a bad day at the office for me, but I’ve drawn a line under that and today we start fresh. I know that I can compete with these guys, I know I can get the better of them…..and that is exactly what I intend on doing.

Cartwright: The current lineup for the battle royal would certainly indicate you have a chance….

Wood: I have more than a chance, I’ve got this in the bag. You look at the guys in this match….Bryan Wells, more concerned with money then he is with winning wrestling matches, he doesn’t deserve his contract. Ojore, just a dumb bodyguard by the looks of it….sure he has muscles, but he’s none too smart and he will cause me no problems. Mike Conrad, well when he’s on form he is a match for anyone, credit where it is due, but he isn’t on form, he’s got a massive hole in the back of his head….and I don’t care who you are, that sort of thing will take its toll on you, like it or not.

Cartwright:And you are aware of the rule change for the battle royal?

Wood:I got the tweet earlier from Daniel Magnusson. Now elimination can occur by pinfall or submission, as well as being knocked over the top rope.

*Cartwright nods his head

Wood: Just more ways to skin a cat, really…..it doesn’t matter how I eliminate these guys, bottom line, they are getting eliminated no matter what. I let myself and my fans down yesterday…lightning will not strike twice….tonight I make them proud…..tonight, I leave with gold around this waist!

*Wood beckons a strap around his waist and the crowd cheer as he smiles and then heads off to find his locker room.

Semi Final 2
Jimmy Phillips vs Vincent Costello

JK: Liam Wood certainly confident ahead of this evening’s battle royal…

DF: I can see every reason why, he was mightily impressive in spells yesterday and he has to be odds on to leave tonight as the TV Champion.

JK: That will be the prelude to our main event a little later on folks….but right now it is time for our second Iron Man semifinal….who will be joining Jason Sparkz in tonight’s Iron Man finale?

DF: But is Sparkz going to make it, you heard Jacobs, he has lost a lot of blood…

JK: Sparkz wasn’t in a great way after that “barbed wire massacre” match, but I’m sure with plenty of rest he will be raring to go later on. We will keep you updated on that situation ladies and gentlemen…but for now our attention is on this upcoming bout….

DF: I wonder what stipulation these guys will be forced to endure.

*Before any music plays out of the sound system, Daniel Magnusson appears on the Hypertron.

Magnusson: That was one heck of a semi final…

*Crowd cheer

Magnusson: Good old fashioned blood, guts and thunder is precisely what we are looking for here in EWF and I want you to have a little more of the same right now. So allow me to announce the stipulation for semifinal number two.

*Magnusson reaches his hand out to the wheel by his side and he spins it. Every eye in the arena is on the screen, waiting for the wheel to stop and the match type to be decided.

JK: What’s it going to be…

*The wheel begins to slow down and then eventually it stops, on a very obvious picture, drawing cheers from the crowd. Magnusson looks back at the screen.

Magnusson: It gives me great pleasure to announce that semifinal number two will be…….A TABLES MATCH!

DF: Whoah yeah…..a little tables action is exactly what the doctor ordered…

JK: Rules of a tables match are extremely simple folks, first competitor to put their opponent through a table will be victorious….that is what it boils down to…

DF: But making that happen is where the difficulty arises….this should be fun…

Magnusson disappears off the big screen and the crowd begin to boo as “Godfather” echoes out of the speakers and Vincent Costello appears, through an eruption of purple pyrotechnics.

JK: Vincent Costello qualified for this semifinal through the runner’s up spot in Group A….for most of yesterday it seemed like he was heading for top spot, but one lapse against Jason Sparkz and he has ended up on this side of the draw…

DF: In hindsight, I think he will be pleased by that. Nobody would have wanted to get drawn in that “barbed wire massacre” match, I think Costello will be more than happy with this drawing…

JK: I have to agree with you there…..whilst tables are still dangerous, they present a much reduced risk to the dangers of barbed wire, that is for sure…

DF: Massive opportunity for Costello….he is one match away from the final…one match away from competing for the EWF Championship…………and his opponent isn’t at 100%...

JK: That certainly plays into Costello’s hands…Phillips has a target on that shoulder, and Vincent is the kind of guy to expose that for all it is worth…

Costello sneers at the fans who boo him, and then threatens to backhand one of them as he reaches the base of the ring. He shakes his head in disgust at them and then runs up the steel steps, climbing through the ropes into the ring.

DF: Costello was the protagonist behind the brawl at the press conference this morning….

JK: That is exactly the kind of guy he is….a dangerous brawler, with no ounce of compassion…….he believes he has what it takes to survive this entire tournament and come away victorious….and from what I have seen so far, his confidence is not misguided….

Costello paces backwards and forwards and then looks annoyed as the crowd begin to chant “Jimm-y Phill-ips”. The noise reaches a fever pitch as “Cold Ash” then blares out of the speakers and Jimmy Phillips bursts out onto the stage.

DF: The Talent is up in the house…

JK: And injury aside, he looks ready for this…

DF: Of course he is….he is one fight away from a tilt at a world championship. If you’re not ready for that then on your bike Miss Daisy because you don’t belong here…..this is what dreams are made of….and Jimmy Phillips knows, this is his big shot….

JK: Phillips has had stints in wrestling promotions around the world but it just hasn’t worked out for him yet…..he has all the skills necessary to be a star player in the big leagues, but will he ever recognise his fullest potential?

DF: Today is the day to find out……we’ve got the lights on bright, fans in attendance and the cameras are rolling….time to make yourself famous…

Phillips points out to the fans chanting his name and then to his heart, showing his appreciation of their support. He removes his hoody and throws it into the masses and then smiles as he begins to move down the rampway.

JK: That shoulder is heavily strapped and Costello will target it from the outset, that is obvious….but can Phillips function properly with the injury?

DF: He’s going to have to…now is not the time to worry about an injury, no matter how difficult that may be. He is a performer and this is a big stage….all eyes are on him and he needs to do what he does best….if the injury was causing him too many problems he should have stayed home…..no time for choking now…

JK: A very blunt outlook from my broadcast colleague, but you’ve been in the business Donovan so I’ll take your word for it…

DF: I’m not being harsh on Phillips, I like the kid but I am just telling it how it is. I’m sure his shoulder is hurting him real bad, but to be the best you need to be willing to push through the pain barrier….that is what Phillips needs to do, if he wants to be a great then now is the time to do it….no better measure of a man than when his back is right against the wall…..it is game time…

Phillips reaches out and tags hands with the fans before reaching the base of the ring. He bobs from one foot to the other and smiles before leaping up onto the apron, causing pyros to explode from all four turnbuckles.

JK: And we are underway…

DF: Costello showing that he feels no remorse….you might not like that but you have to respect it…

As the pyros explode, Costello uses the distraction to run across and hammer a forearm into the face of Phillips, knocking him off the apron to the outside. The crowd boo as Costello climbs out onto the apron, runs across and dives off into a splash tackle that takes JP down on the outside.

JK: Costello looking to start this match quickly, take Phillips out of his comfort zone from the beginning…

Costello gets up and he eats a right hand to the face from Phillips but drives a stiff knee to the gut and then grabs Phillips’ arm, slamming it down across the ringside barrier. JP staggers away in pain and Costello runs into him, charging him back and slamming him into the steel steps.

DF: Costello will use any means necessary in order to gain advantage…

Phillips shouts out in pain and Vincent grabs his shoulder again, this time lashing it across the side of the steel steps. JP staggers down onto a knee and Costello kicks him in the temple, leaving him slumped on the floor.

JK: Good start this by Vincent Costello….he knows that Phillips is weakened by the shoulder…

Costello rips up the ring apron and he begins to search underneath, eventually locating a table and beginning to pull it out. Phillips is back on his feet and he spins Costello around, knocking him back with rights and lefts before Costello kicks his knees out and then nails a jumping armbreaker, cracking Phillips’ arm across the base of the table….

DF: It’s always back to the arm and it is such a smart tactic for him….Phillips just goes into a shell whenever his shoulder is under siege….

Costello stands back up and he stomps down on Phillips in a fury before picking the table up and propping it against the apron. Phillips uses the ring tarp to try and get back to his feet but Costello aims crunching blows to his kidneys and then pulls him towards the aisleway, lifting him into a suplex position and then dropping him chest-first across the ringside barrier…

JK: That is a terrible landing for Phillips…

DF: And it just allows Costello to go about his business with no rush….this is the perfect pace for him…

Costello drives the point of his elbow into the back of JP’s neck and then walks away, grabbing the table from against the apron and setting it up to a standing position next to the ring. He then heads back into the aisleway as Phillips drops down off the barrier…

JK: Costello can finish this early, keep himself fresh for tonight’s final…

DF: That would be incredible for him, and definitely is a possibility unless Phillips can up his game…

Costello stomps a mudhole in the stomach of Phillips before dragging him back up and throwing him onto the table. Vincent lands with hard right hands to the face of his opponent and then he climbs up onto the apron…

JK: This is the end right here…

Costello prepares himself to jump as JP quickly rolls off the table and plants a brutal hook into the midsection, doubling Vincent up and causing him to fall through the ropes into the ring. The crowd cheer as Phillips regains his composure and then rolls in after him…

DF: First time these two men have seen the inside of the ring…

JK: But in a tables match the ending can come anywhere in the arena….the ring is optional…

Phillips gets up on his feet and he darts forwards, slamming right into Costello with a thunderous spear that draws the big cheers from the crowd. He then pushes himself up again and waits for Vincent to rise before hitting him with a big overhead belly to belly…

DF: The power game coming out now….

JK: And Phillips seems to be doing this ok, despite the injury to the shoulder…

DF: The adrenaline coursing through his veins will be the source of that…

The crowd cheer as Phillips floors Costello with a running clothesline and then repeats the process for a second time. Costello staggers back to his feet once again and he is scooped up onto the shoulders of Phillips and charges into a brilliant running powerslam…

JK: British Bulldogg would have been proud of a move like that….Phillips finding a groove right about now…

Phillips looks around at the cheering fans and he nods his head before rolling under the bottom rope to the outside. He lifts up the ring apron and pulls another table out from underneath before sliding it back into the ring. He follows and Costello is just getting back to his feet…

DF: Now it’s Phillips with a finish on his mind….

JK: What a fantastic spinebuster…

The ring shakes as Phillips picks Costello up and then detonates with a spinebuster. He goes back to the table and he rests it against the turnbuckle in an upright position…

DF: Remember that the first man that goes through a table will lose this match…

Costello is holding his spine, feeling the effects of Phillips’ arsenal, as he tries to slowly get back to his feet. Phillips is pacing the ring, waiting for his moment to strike….

JK: Costello a little worse for wear….Phillips lining him up….

DF: HERE WE GO!

CRASH!

JK: Oh my…

Costello staggers up and Phillips charges at him for a spear, only for Vincent to roll aside and Phillips crashes head-first through the table in the corner.

DF: This is over….

JK: No way it is….Phillips put himself through that table, it was his own momentum….the rules state that you must put your opponent through a table…

DF: Crazy…

Costello is holding his hands up in victory as he stares at Phillips lying in the wreckage of the table but the referee pulls his arms down and tells him the match will continue. Costello protests but is told that he must be the one that puts Phillips through a table…

JK: Costello coming to realize that this match isn’t over yet….he still has work that needs doing….

DF: But Phillips has made it a lot easier on him…after crashing through that table, his shoulder must be wrecked…

Jimmy Phillips rolls away from the scene, under the bottom rope but only manages to drop out ontop of the table on the outside of the ring. Costello notices this and pushes the referee out of his way as he begins to climb up the ropes…

JK: Phillips has no idea that he has placed himself right in harm’s way…..he is a sitting duck now…

DF: Finale here we come….

CRASH!

JK: My word…..

Crowd: Holy (beep) x7

DF: Is it over?

The crowd are on their feet going wild as Costello jumps from the top rope to the outside for a legdrop, but Phillips rolls off the table and collapses in the aisleway causing Costello to slam right through the table himself. Both men are unmoving on the outside…

JK: This match is not over ladies and gentlemen….both of these superstars have gone through tables, but by their own momentum…….you must be the one to physically put your opponent through a table in order to gain victory…

DF: These two guys are broken in half….

Costello’s face is etched in pain as he holds the bottom of his back amid the wreckage of the table. Jimmy Phillips is lying in the aisleway, a look of relief on his face.

JK: Both these men have dodged bullets so far….

Phillips begins to crawl towards the ringside railings and uses them to get back up to his feet. Vincent Costello is struggling to crawl out of the table fragments that surround him as JP makes his way over and drags him up…

DF: Phillips knows this is his opportunity now….Costello is hurting badly…

Phillips chucks his opponent back into the ring and then he follows him. He grabs a plank of wood from the broken table and waits for Costello to stand up before throwing it at his head and knocking him back down. Phillips then kicks the debris under the bottom rope, clearing the ring of any foreign objects…

JK: Back down to a straight up fight it seems….and right now I favour Phillips….

Costello stumbles back up and walks straight into Phillips, who grabs his arm and sends him crashing into the corner. Phillips then follows in with a crushing bodysplash before grabbing Costello’s arm and sending him to the opposite turnbuckle, where he repeats the bodysplash. Costello staggers out, worse for wear, and Phillips lifts him into an urange backbreaker (Sheamus’ Irish Curse)……….

DF: Phillips is going to wear Costello down now….really make him hurt before going for the kill…

Phillips drags Costello back up again and this time he flips him into the air with ease and plants him back down with a destructive powerbomb, drawing the support of the crowd. He looks down at Costello with dislike and then he heads back out of the ring, grabbing another table from underneath. Phillips stretches his shoulder slightly…

JK: The adrenaline may be wearing off slightly…

DF: If that is the case then Phillips needs to finish this off fast….because the pain could become unbearable…

Phillips props the table up against the apron and then begins to slide it under the bottom rope as Costello runs across with a baseball slide, sending the table back out of the ring and crashing it into Phillips and knocking him down. Vincent smirks arrogantly as the crowd boo him and then he rolls out of the ring to join his opponent…

JK: Costello might head back for the arm now….YEP!

Phillips is just getting up as Costello grabs him from behind and runs him forwards, cracking his shoulder right into the ringpost. Phillips staggers away in pain, collapsing on the front of the announce desk, as Costello picks up a steel chair and lifts it over his head…

JK: You don’t think…

DF: OH YES I DO!

The crowd boo viciously as Costello brings the chair crashing down on the shoulder of Phillips, dropping him to his knees in agony. Costello then cracks his face against the front of the desk, leaving him slumped on the floor without an ounce of remorse.

DF: These fans can boo because Costello is targeting the arm, but the fact is, it is the smart thing to do….if you want to succeed in this business then you need to be able to identify weakness….and that is exactly what Vincent Costello does…

Costello kicks the chair away and smiles before he drags Phillips up by the injured shoulder and repeatedly smashes it against the front of the desk, time and time again until the plaster around the arm begins to separate from its mould.

JK: Now the arm is becoming exposed…..this is just what Costello wanted….lookout now, OH GOD!

Phillips is really holding his arm close to his chest and it allows Costello to kick him hard in the stomach and then grabs JP’s other arm, whipping him forwards and straight into the steel steps, where his injured shoulder takes the brunt of the damage.

DF: This is right down Costello’s street now, an out and out street fight is where we have descended to…

Costello picks up the table and he slides it into the ring before he stomps down on Phillips some more on the outside. Costello then grabs the steel steps and he begins to haul them up over his shoulder…

JK: No, cmon now Vincent….this is enough….

DF: He’s gonna slam those steps down on the shoulder…

JK: He’ll shatter the bone….LOOKOUT!

BOOM!.....Phillips is up last minute and he drop toe holds Costello, causing to fall face-first onto the steel steps, much to the delight of the crowd. Phillips cradles his shoulder in pain before he slowly begins to get back up to his feet…

DF: A move of pure desperation from Jimmy Phillips…

JK: But one that gives him a foothold back in this match….

DF: Absolutely….

Phillips is wincing a lot from the pain in his shoulder but he sucks it in and draws from the energy of the crowd. He kneels down with a look of pure determination on his face and then waits for Costello to begin getting back to his feet…

JK: I have no idea what Jimmy Phillips is thinking here….

DF: You and me both……OH DAMN!

JK: WOW…

DF: SNAP BROTHER….

Crowd: That was awe-some x7

The crowd are stunned and yet wild as Phillips rushes forwards, using the steel steps as a springboard, and launches into a spear that crashes him and Vincent Costello backwards and straight through the ringside barrier into the timekeeper’s area. The noise in the Coliseum is loud and there is a standing ovation for the competitors…

JK: This is an amazing contest…

DF: I thought these guys couldn’t match the brutality of the “barbed wire massacre” but damn are they trying….this is intense, off the chain….

JK: These two men are showing exactly what it means to be an “Iron Man”…..their bodies have been wracked in pain but they are fighting through….everything is on the line…

DF: This is what you want to see….this is our very first broadcast and already EWF is establishing itself as a player in the market….we bring the non-stop action and this crowd is loving it…

Phillips is slowly dragging himself out of the wreckage he has caused, but his shoulder is now causing a whole lot of aggravation. He staggers forwards back into the ringside area and drops to his knees, holding his shoulder and grimacing.

JK: Phillips took an incredible risk there and I don’t know if it was necessary…

DF: Of course it wasn’t necessary, but he wants to win…he wants to be a world champion and he is showing that for all to see….

Phillips stumbles back up and he drags himself under the bottom rope, back into the ring. He uses his fresh arm to unhook the clasps underneath the table and he begins to set it up in the centre of the ring. Vincent Costello is slowly but surely making his way back to join his opponent…

JK: Costello knows he has been in a fight, he can barely even stand up…

DF: Now he knows that Phillips is no slouch, not even at 70% or whatever he has got…Jimmy Phillips is a soldier….

Costello drags himself up on the apron and Phillips grabs him by the head, pulling him through the middle ropes and lifting him up into a slam position…

JK: Costello going through this table…

Costello wriggles off the back of Phillips and he spins him around and kicks him in the stomach, attempting to lift him into a powerbomb through the table. Phillips struggles and ends up swiping the legs of his opponent, slingshotting him into the corner….Costello’s head collides with the turnbuckle as Phillips bursts off the opposite ropes…..

DF: GAME-CHANGER!

JK: It certainly is…

Costello ducks the shot at the last minute and Phillips almost decapitates the referee with the force of the clothesline, leaving the official completely unconscious. Phillips looks concerned and gets back to his feet to call for help….

DF: OMERTA!

The crowd boo and the ring shakes as Costello is waiting for him and spins him up into the devastating black hole slam. Costello rises to his feet, staring at the booing crowd around him, and he gives them the finger, showing them his fullest contempt….

JK: Costello has weathered one heck of a storm in this match but now the momentum belongs to him…

DF: We could probably use another referee out here….I don’t know if this one is getting up anytime soon….

Costello begins to drag Jimmy Phillips to his feet, struggling with the dead weight, and drapes him across the table in the centre of the ring.

JK: Phillips is out of this thing….he is completely lights out….

DF: And now Costello has his chance to end it….he’s riding high…

Costello backs into the corner and he begins to scale the ropes to the top. The crowd look a little shocked at Costello’s actions as he stands tall on the turnbuckle and then jumps…

JK: He missed with the legs earlier…

DF: KERB STOMP!

CRACK!

Costello leaps high from the top and looks to plant Phillips right through the table with the double foot stomp, but JP rolls off the table and causes Vincent to stomp right through it. Costello staggers off balance, holding his knee slightly from the impact and then turns around…

JK: TOUCHDOWN!

The whole crowd pops in unison as Phillips lifts Costello up and then drills him with the “rockbottom” in the centre of the ring. He breathes deeply, feeling the effects of the match, and then crawls over to the official, doing everything he can to revive the referee….

DF: Phillips wants to end this match….he can’t do that without a referee….

JK: Someone still needs to go through a table….

Phillips rolls from the ring and he looks under the apron, pulling out another table and he slides it back into the ring. He slowly begins to set the table up and he places it next to the ropes before grabbing Costello and pulling him, chucking him across the table. Phillips then heads back to the referee again and tries to revive him….

DF: The official ate that “game-changer” clothesline from Phillips and he is hurt….I think Phillips is barking up the wrong tree here…

JK: He might be better putting Costello through the table and then calling for another official…

Phillips seems to think the referee isn’t getting up so he turns back around and heads towards Costello. He pulls him off the table and into his clutches…

JK: Second “touchdown” of the night is imminent….

DF: GAME OVER!

Phillips looks to nail the second “rockbottom” but Costello finds energy from somewhere and elbows his way free, staggering JP backwards. Phillips then turns back around as Costello slips something over his hand and lands a sickening punch to the jaw of Phillips…

JK: Those damn brass knucks again…

Phillips drops into the wreckage of the table from earlier as Costello dumps the knucks back in his tights. He then grabs the erected table and lifts it up, throwing it over the ropes to the outside.

JK: What is he doing….

DF: He’s waking up the ref….

JK: But he hasn’t…..

Costello shakes the referee violently, finally managing to wake the official up. The crowd are booing as Costello lifts up the referee’s head and points to Jimmy Phillips laying in the wreckage of the table…

DF: Wait a damn minute…

JK: This guy is cheating his way to the final….don’t believe him referee, he didn’t put Phillips through a table….DAMMIT!

The boos are deafening as the referee spots Phillips in the remains of the table and then turns to the timekeeper, signaling for the bell. Vincent Costello smiles triumphantly as “Godfather” echoes out and the referee points to him as the victor…

DF: This is a goddamn highway robbery….

JK: You said it….this is disgraceful to see….Vincent Costello didn’t put Phillips through that table, he broke it when he jumped off the top rope…..

DF: Neither man succeeded in putting the other through a table, this match should be continuing right now….

JK: When the referee fully recovers he will see what a hash he has made of this decision…Jimmy Phillips’ world title aspirations are over….

DF: When Phillips come to he is going to be pi55ed and rightfully so…..his dream is over right now….back to the drawing board for him…

JK: When Phillips is 100% he will be back at this level, challenging anyone and everyone, I guarantee that….but today hasn’t worked out the way he would have hoped….in highly controversial circumstances, Vincent Costello has advanced to the Iron Man finale….

DF: So we are complete…..Vincent Costello/Jason Sparkz…..these two men will meet once again…this time under 60 minute Iron Man Rules….the winner will be crowned the first ever EWF World Heavyweight Champion….what a culmination that is going to be…

JK: I am anticipating a finish to remember….it is going to be historic folks….our commiserations to Jimmy Phillips, he has been wrongly done today, but you have to still give congratulations to Costello, he made it….

DF: He played the system and he came out on top….you don’t like to see that but it works for him and now he has a crack at the big time…

Costello is in the aisleway, mockingly kissing his fist and tapping his head as the crowd continue to boo him. In the ring, Jimmy Phillips is just coming round looking dazed and confuses. The referee is holding the back of his neck and regaining his composure as the cameras pan back to Costello on the top of the ramp, where he raises a triumphant fist and then walks behind the curtain.

Match time:15 minutes, 12 seconds
Winner:Vincent Costello

*The scene goes backstage and Mike Conrad is sat in the trainer’s room, with the doctor checking over his head. Bloodied bandages lay on the bench next to Conrad.

Conrad: So what do you think Doc, am I good to go?

Medic: The cut is healing, that much is certain but it is still in a bad way.

Conrad: But I feel fine, honestly. After resting up last night I feel prepared to go out there and perform.

*The doctor shines a light in Conrad’s eyes, examining him closely.

Medic: The signs of the concussion seem to have disappeared, which is obviously a very good sign. But the cut to the head is still worrying.

Conrad: I promise you Doc that I am good to go. You already took one dream away from me, please don’t take another…

*The doctor looks at Conrad for a few moments and then walks towards his desk. He stands there for a moment, his back to Conrad, and then returns with a piece of paper in his hands.

Conrad: What is that?

Medic: That is what we call a certifiable declaration of clearance…

Conrad: You mean…

Medic: Yes, I am personally clearing you for action. Please do not make me regret this decision, Mike.

*Conrad jumps off the bench and lifts the doctor into a bonecrushing hug, whilst letting out a huge yell of joy.

Conrad: You sir are a beauty…..this is absolutely fantastic….I cannot wait to get out there…

*Conrad looks at the piece of paper in his hand, almost disbelief on his face.

Medic: Just one thing…

Conrad: Huh?

*The medic pulls out a roll of bandages

Medic: You need to be strapped up….that head wound needs as much protection as possible!

*Conrad smiles and climbs back up on the bench as the doctor begins to wrap the bandage around his head.

*The scene changes and Vincent Costello is yelling loudly as he walks through the backstage area.

Costello: FINALE!....FINALE!.....FINALE!

JK: Costello certainly seems pleased with himself…

DF: Of course he is….he just made it to the finale of tonight’s Iron Man tournament…he will compete for the EWF World Championship….I understand his excitement…

JK: Even if he cheated to win?

DF: Unfortunately Johnny yes….

*Costello fist pumps the air as he turns around the corner and sees Carlton Jacobs talking to a member of the production crew. He points at Jacobs, who looks fearful.

Costello: YOU…

*Jacobs points to himself, the fear rising, and Costello nods his head.

Costello: Yes I am talking to you Jacobs…..I just want you to know, you little son of a (beep)….that I expect you outside my locker room at 9:10 pm on the dot….not 9:15….not 9:05…..ten past nine, boy….you want an interview…..well your gonna get an interview…..world exclusive with your new EWF World Champion….now get the hell out of my face…

*Jacobs looks delighted but then fearful again and scurries out of the shot. Costello reaches his locker room door and kicks it open, where he finds a bottle of champagne on ice. He smirks to himself and pulls the bottle out of the bucket.

Costello: Don’t mind if I do…

*Costello lets out another triumphant roar as he pops the cork and sprays champagne all over the room, before taking a huge swig.

JK: These certainly seem like very premature celebrations to me….

DF: Costello is caught up in the moment,that is for sure. In just over four hours he will compete in a sixty minute Iron Man match, so I suggest he puts that bottle down….because he is going to need to start resting up….

*The scene changes again and we are in a brightly lit room. The sound of heartbeat softly hums in the air and then the camera turns to show Dr Bryan Wells, who is looking into his mirror with a scalpel in his hand.

Bryan: How foolish and downright arrogant of you all to paint me as a villain.

*Bryan places the steel scalpel on his arm and slowly begins to scrape

Bryan: Just because I made a choice that benefitted myself, all of a sudden I am vilified as a “coward” but you people have no idea. No idea what I have been through in my life, the struggles I have faced, I took Machiavelli’s offer because it was right for me…..it has nothing to do with you!

*He scrapes the scalpel again, this time drawing blood from his arm.

Bryan: I was a damn good surgeon, one of the best this world will ever see. And just because I skirted around a few rules and regulations, I am cast out like a leper, treat like a convict. The injustices I have suffered have only served to make me stronger, but you people do not care…you give me no chance, you have afforded me no time.

*Bryan looks down at the blood on his arm, slowly watching as the droplets fall to the floor

Bryan: I will not return to the pain and suffering of my past, and you will not make me. You can jeer me at every turn but I will not feel ashamed for the actions I have taken. Instead, I will look upon this as a new chapter in my life….this is my chance to return to the social standing of which I am used to…of which I deserve.

*Bryan raises the scalpel towards his eye, slowly running it underneath his eyeball, all the while watching himself in the mirror.

Bryan: I will show you just who you are dealing with. Because I am not a pauper and I am not a figment of fun for you to point and gesticulate towards. I am an extremely complex individual who desires nothing more than to be accepted as better than each and every one of you.

And I want you to understand EWF, that I will achieve those merits by any means necessary. I don’t really live in a world where I see boundaries as a barrier, I see them as a guideline to which experimentation is encouraged.

This is just the beginning for me….this is the start of something new and exciting in my life…..and to paraphrase an age old saying…

You have not seen anything yet!

*Wells laughs almost sinisterly as he presses the scalpel beneath his eye, bulging it slightly. When he removes the instrument, a small trickle of blood oozes down his cheek.

Wells: There is nothing I won’t do….no length to which I won’t go….no depth to which I won’t sink….I want you to remember this EWF….I want you to remember that I warned you before this all began…

Because monsters are nothing but a myth, a fear factor of a bad dream……the true nightmares belong to the shocking reality that people like me truly exist in this world, and I can do whatever I want….whenever I want, and you’ll be awake the entire time…

*He laughs to himself in a disturbing manner before running the scalpel along his arm once more.

Wells: You cannot wake up from this people….because it is really happening!

*He shivers with excitement again and then the lights in his room begin to flicker. He looks a little confused at first and then a devilish grin crosses his face.

Wells: Perhaps the ghouls do exist after all….this should be fun…

*Wells drops the scalpel on the side of his surgeon tray and removes his surgical gloves. He then puts on his white coat and heads out towards the entranceway.

Battle Royale for the EWF Television Championship
Liam Wood vs Ojore vs Bryan Wells vs Mike Conrad

JK: Please tell me what the hell we have just witnessed…

DF: I honestly wish I could tell you….but I have no idea, I am just as freaked out as you are…

JK: Ladies and gentlemen we apologise for the disturbing images you have just seen…I have no idea what Bryan Wells’ deal is…

DF: Guy seems majorly psyched….but I have no idea what has changed his outlook…

*The crowd cheer as Rick Ambrose climbs up in the ring and holds up a microphone to signal he is about to make an announcement.

Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the battle royale……for the EWF TV CHAMPIONSHIP!

*Crowd pop

Ambrose: In this match, elimination will occur my pinfall, submission or throwing your opponent over the top rope with both feet touching the floor. This process will continue until one man is remaining and that man will be your TV CHAMPION!

JK: Rick Ambrose laying it down us……

DF: Setting it to rights…

JK: Battle Royale is up next and it is going to a very interesting affair…the winner of this match will be the first man to hold championship gold in EWF…..this is an historic moment…

DF: It sure is…can’t wait to get it started…

The crowd are making a fine noise as Ambrose steps out of the ring and then “Bonfire” by Childish Gambino echoes out. The crowd are unawares of who to expect.

Ambrose: Introducing first………..from Uganda, Africa……..weighing in at 281 pounds………representing the “Fear” campaign………..Ojjjjjjjooooooooooorrrrrrrrrreeeeeeee!

JK: Here he is…Dario Machiavelli’s insurance policy…

DF: Will you take a good look at this guy….he is a freak of nature….

JK: No wonder Machiavelli placed so much trust in him…Ojore is a brute of a man…

DF: I’d like to see anybody try and take this guy down….

JK: I’m sure he cannot wait for Mike Conrad to enter this match….

The crowd boo as Ojore makes his way out onto the stage and just stares around the fans with a blank expression on his face. In his hands, he holds a burning wicker crown which he places at the side of the stage before beginning to walk down to the ring.

DF: I have to be honest here, I don’t know a damn thing about this guy. He’s Ugandan, we works with Dario Machiavelli….he likes to hurt people….I really don’t know what else to tell you…

JK: Right now I don’t think we need to say much more…Ojore is in conjunction with Dario Machiavelli, that makes him a dangerous competitor…..this is his first match here in EWF, and you would not bet against him leaving with the gold…

DF: He can have it if he wants it…

Ojore ignores the crowd completely as he stands up onto the stage and then climbs over the top rope into the ring, all the while just glaring out with no expression to his face. He doesn’t even register emotion when “I killed the prom queen” blasts out and a procession of red and blue pyros erupt.

JK: The fans in the Coliseum are on their feet…

Ambrose: Hailing from Hereford, United Kingdom….now residing in Santa Monica, Los Angeles…………………….weighing in at 235 pounds…………The Viiippeeerrr….Liiaaammm Woooooooodd!

DF: Liam Wood was desperately unlucky not to be contesting the semifinals of the Iron Man tournament but now he has the next best thing….this is still a huge career opportunity for this youngster, and he will be doing everything he can to take it…

JK: Wood promised earlier tonight that he would make the fans proud and he would love with the gold around his waist…..time to find out if he can live up to that claim….

DF: Certainly is a high pressure situation…..championship gold is on the live, first ever TV Champion is going to be crowned…time to make a name for yourself…

Wood slaps hands with some of the fans as he walks down the rampway and around the ringside area. He looks up at Ojore with a little hesitation before jumping onto the apron and making his way into the ring. He poses for his fans and then the sound of a flatlined hearbeat takes over the sound system. The crowd begin to boo furiously….

JK: Here comes the nutjob…

DF: I wouldn’t use words like that when is around…..

Ambrose: next….weighing in at 260 pounds…………Doctor Bryaaaannnn Weeellllllsss!

JK: He still has that blood on his cheek….I just don’t get what has changed in this man over the last twenty four hours….

DF: He accepted that money from Machiavelli to throw his match and ever since he has been hounded by abuse……I think something may have just snapped inside his head….

JK: An unpredictable and potentially dangerous ex-surgeon on the loose, what a soothing thought….

Wells smiles intensely at the boos from the crowd as he reaches the base of the ramp. He slowly removes his jacket and then his stethoscope and throws them on the floor. He then looks at the blood that has dried on his forearm and smiles before making his way to the ring.

DF: Wells is looking extremely unstable…..I think this contest could be very interesting…

JK: It will be intriguing to see how Wells copes with Ojore’s presence in this match….will he lash out at Machiavelli’s ally?

DF: I think he will lash out at anyone and everyone…

Wells climbs onto the apron and he peers through the ropes with a twisted smile before climbing into the ring to join his opponents. There is a lot of noise coming from the crowd and then cheers ring out all over as the sound of a dustbin lorry bleeps out of the speakers.

JK: Listen to this ovation…..the crowd on their feet for the arrival of their favourite binman…

DF: A lot of love in the Coliseum right now…

Ambrose: And finally……………from New York City………………….weighing in at 225 pounds………Miiikkkkkkkkkkeeeeeee Cooooooooonnnnnnnnrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaddddddddd!

JK: Seems like all of the fans are just as happy as Conrad is at his involvement in this match…

DF: Seemed very touch and go….the wound to the head is still bad but doctor has given him the go ahead….

JK: Conrad looking like he has already been 12 rounds with Mike Tyson….

Conrad walks out onto the stage, his head wrapped in bright white bandages. He smiles and raises his arm in the air before kicking Ojore’s flaming crown off the stage with an ugly stare. He then begins to make his way to the ring…

DF: Mike Conrad heading into battle….completing the lineup for this match…

JK: We still never got to the bottom of Conrad’s injuries though….

DF: It was Machiavelli, and probably Ojore…

JK: Machiavelli denied it…

DF: Well who else was it?......Conrad and those guys have legitimate beef, it doesn’t matter if they deny it or not…I would bet 100 bucks it was them…

JK: I agree with you, but unfortunately it cannot be proved…..we know Ojore caused the concussion, but the attack in the parking lot remains a mystery…

Ojore looks displeased to see Conrad making his way down to the ramp, and even more annoyed about the destruction of his town. He immediately climbs out of the ring and goes after Conrad on the outside…

DF: And it seems we are underway in this match…Ojore starting us off early….

JK: He will be under strict instructions from Machiavelli….remember Conrad is responsible for Dario’s loss in the Iron man semifinals….there will be a backlash…

DF: Yeah it is happening right now…

Ojore blocks a right hand from Conrad and seizes him around the neck, only for Conrad to kick him remarkably low and pushes his foe to the floor. The crowd cheer as Conrad shakes his head at Ojore and then rolls into the ring, where Wood and Wells have begun to battle.

JK: Remember elimination can occur by pinfall, submission or being thrown over the top rope….many different options for these men to use…

DF:Always have to keep your options open…

JK: Remember also that we were scheduled for five competitors in this match…but due to the actions of Alex Garcia yesterday, he has been suspended until February 15th…

DF: Garcia’s temper got him in a lot of trouble….and it has cost him a big chance at winning gold here tonight….

JK: You have to learn from your mistakes and now Garcia will know that….

Wells is lashing hard chops against the chest of Wood as Conrad seizes him around the waist and throws him onto the floor. Wells gets back up and Conrad runs into him with a big clothesline before beckoning him up again and launching him into a big hiptoss.

DF: Conrad is certainly fired up to make his mark tonight….

Wells gets back up again and Conrad grabs his arm and whips him into the corner. He follows in and connects with a bodysplash before whipping Wells out, straight into the path of Liam Wood…

JK; Nice inadvertent teamwork there…

Wood drills Wells with a spinebuster, only to stand up into a running clothesline from Conrad. Conrad lets Wood get back to his feet and kicks him in the stomach…

DF: Double armed…

Wood spins out of the DDT attempt and then drags Conrad towards him, nailing a spinning powerslam. He gets to his feet and smiles at the crowd cheering him before dragging Conrad back up to his feet and gutwrenching him into the air…

JK: Powerbomb…

DF: Oh my…

Ojore is back in the ring and runs in, driving his head right into the midsection of Liam Wood, causing him to drop Conrad on the mat. Ojore then floors Wood with a stiff uppercut before dragging Conrad back to his feet and lifts him into a powerful scoop slam…

JK: Ojore could be about to dominate proceedings…

Bryan Wells gets up and he looks at Ojore and then smiles as he rolls under the bottom rope and just paces the outside of the ring. Ojore looks disinterested and turns his attention back to Liam Wood, who he drags up and lands a hard head-butt sending Wood staggering backwards and through the middle rope onto the apron. Ojore sniffs deeply and then turns on Mike Conrad…

DF: This is the man that Ojore really wants….

Conrad grabs the front of Ojore’s singlet to get back to his feet but Ojore just hammers brutal shots down into the spine, knocking Conrad back down. The crowd boo as Ojore stands on Conrad’s back, crushing the fan favourite under his weight.

JK: Ojore possesses the strength to just pick Conrad up and dump him over the ropes…

DF: But he wants to cause some suffering first…..this guy will be under strict instructions…

Conrad is dragged back to his feet again and hauled into the corner, where Ojore begins to stomp the midsection of his opponent. He furiously lands with hard right hands, the referee unable to do anything but watch….

JK: No disqualifications in this elimination bout….so brutality can reign…

Ojore slams the point of his elbow into Conrad’s neck and then drags him out into a big vertical suplex. He holds him there for almost ten seconds and grins at the boos from the crowd before slamming him down onto the canvass. Ojore then runs off the ropes and returns with a diving splash….

DF: Ojore is making Conrad regret getting involved with this match…

JK: I don’t think Mike Conrad will ever regret competing…

Ojore is getting back up when Liam Wood kicks him in the top of the head and begins to unload with rights and lefts to the face. He kicks Ojore in the face and then attempts an irish whip…

DF: Ojore is just too strong…

Ojore reverses the whip and sends Wood crashing off the ropes, only for Wood to return with a flying shoulder tackle that staggers the big man back, but does not knock him down. Wood gets back up to his feet and he runs at Ojore, landing a big boot to the chest that sends Ojore staggering back into the ropes….

JK: Ojore teetering…..OH WOW!

Wood charges at Ojore with the attempt of knocking him over the top rope but the big man ducks underneath and backdrops Viper up and over the ropes…

DF: Wood clinging on desperately here….

Wood is clutching at the ropes for dear life, unwilling to give up on his dream of being a champion. His left foot dangles off the ring apron but Bryan Wells grabs ahold of his leg and begins to pull him…

JK: Wells is going to end Wood’s dream here…..

DF: He wasn’t man enough to fight him in the ring but he is sneaking in here…

Wells is really tugging at the leg of Liam Wood in an attempt to drag him down onto the floor and eliminate him. Viper manages to twist his body, with his back facing the ropes, and he kicks out with both feet and catches Wells in the face….

JK: Wood is not giving up on his dream easily…

Conrad is staggering back up to his feet and Ojore seizes him with both hands around the throat as Liam Wood climbs up onto the top rope and dives off, landing with a lariat to the throat of the big man and taking him off his feet. The crowd go wild as he gets back up and he makes an “X” with his hands before pulling Ojore up and underhooking his arms…

DF: Viper senses he can finish this here…VIPER DROP!

JK: Cmon…

The crowd boo as Bryan Wells grabs Wood’s leg from the outside and drags him to the mat before pulling him out of the ring. Wood turns around and the two begin to brawl before Wells pokes Wood in the eyes and then grabs his head, slamming it down into the hard flooring…

DF: I have no idea what Wells is hoping to achieve in this match but seems unwilling to confront the superstars inside the ring…

JK: Seems like a tactic…he can’t be eliminated from the outside….

Wells stands up and he just looks down at Liam Wood before turning his attention back to the action inside the ring. Ojore attempts to crash into Mike Conrad with a running splash in the corner but Conrad moves aside and sprints off the adjacent ropes and returns with a flying dropkick to the knees of Ojore….Conrad gets back to his feet and he hooks Ojore’s arms…

DF: DOUBLE ARMED DDT!

The crowd cheer as Conrad nails the DDT and covers………………………1……………………………..2……………powerout.
Conrad looks a little surprised but refuses to let it deter him, getting back to his feet and he beckons for Ojore to join him…

JK: Conrad thinks he might just be able to finish this now…..DUSTBUSTER!

DF: FULL NELSON!

Conrad looks for the RKO but Ojore hooks his arms and lifts him into a full nelson, only for Conrad to roll forwards and pull Ojore to the ground……………………………1……………………………….2…………………….kickout. They get back up to their feet and Conrad ducks an attempted clothesline by his opponent and kicks him in the stomach….

JK: Pulling piledriver….

DF: That could be enough…

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JK: Just not quite enough to finish….

Bryan Wells rolls into the ring and he attempts to blindside Conrad with a running punt but Conrad ducks the blow and pushes Wells against the ropes before flooring him with a sidewalk slam as he comes back around. Conrad then goes to the second rope and he lifts himself onto the second rope before diving off with an elbow to the chest of Wells, the noise in the Coliseum begins to grow…

DF: Big chance here now for Mike Conrad…..Bryan Wells is about to suffer…..DUSTBUSTER!

Wells staggers back up and Conrad leaps into the air for an RKO but Wells manages to push Conrad away, straight into the path of Ojore…

JK: Choke…no……DUSTBUSTER!

Ojore wraps his hands around the throat of Conrad and looks set for the chokebomb but Conrad stomps on his gut and nails the RKO out of nowhere, much to the delight of the crowd.

DF: Conrad will just not be denied…no matter what the numbers game are…

JK:FLATLINER!

DF: Damn he kicked him right in the back of his injured head…

The crowd’s cheers suddenly turn to boos as Wells hits Conrad with a brogue kick straight to the back of his head, causing him to fall on his face in a heap. Wells laughs maniacally and makes his way over for a cover….

JK:SPEAR…..SPEAR…..SPEAR!

The Coliseum erupts again as Liam Wood comes charging across the ring and almost rips Wells in half with a brutal spear……………………………….1……………………………………….2…………………………….Wells just gets his shoulder up in time!

DF: Wells saving himself right there…

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JK: What….

DF: Mike Conrad is out of here….

The crowd are stunned into silence as Ojore has turned Mike Conrad onto his back and hooked both of his legs, leaving the referee no choice but to count to three and eliminate Conrad from the bout.

Ojore eliminates Mike Conrad by pinfall

JK: Conrad tried to fight the numbers but they caught up on him tonight….that injury to his head did him no favours….

DF: With that laceration to his head it was always going to be a serious challenge for Conrad to survive this match….now he can get some proper rest until our next show on the 15th….

Conrad rolls out of the ring and holds the back of his head as he attempts to make his way to the backstage area. In the ring, Ojore has no trace of emotion on his face as he watches Conrad disappear up the rampway. Liam Wood has Bryan Wells up and he flips him onto his shoulders into a powerbomb position before dropping him into a fallout neckbreaker…………………………..1…………………………2……………….Wells gets his shoulder up.

JK: We are now down to three competitors and one of these men will be leaving as the first ever EWF TV Champion………

Ojore is back up on his feet and he takes several right hands to the head from Liam Wood before Wood runs off the ropes for more momentum….

DF: Look at the strength…

Ojore bench presses Wood over his head on the comeback and then just slams him down into the corner, cracking Wood’s head against the top of the turnbuckle. He staggers out and Ojore flattens him with a full nelson slam…….
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JK: I don’t know where Machiavelli found Ojore but he could be a masterstroke for whatever Dario has planned….this guy is a pure animal…

Ojore looks at Wood and then crashes hard right hands into his face as he gets back up to his feet. Bryan Wells is just making it back up and he looks up at the giant figure of Ojore and, once again, he rolls out under the bottom rope…

DF: Wells really does not want anything to do with Ojore…

JK: I wonder if it has anything to do with that $50,000 he got yesterday….

Wood pulls himself to his feet and he aims a haymaker at Ojore but it is blocked and then he takes a vicious knee to the midsection. Wood doubles up in pain and Ojore whips him off the ropes,landing with a huge backdrop as Wood comes back. Viper stumbles up again, only succeeding in running into a shattering samoan drop….

DF: The whole ring just seemed to shake off that impact…

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JK: Liam Wood demonstrating his spirit right here…

Crowd: Vi-per x10

DF: And this crowd getting right behind him, urging him on….

Wood staggers back to his feet and is immediately scooped up onto Ojore’s shoulders and backed up into the corner before he runs out…

JK: Running powerslam…

Wood drops off the back at the very last minute and he somehow manages to wrap his hands around the waist of Ojore and nail him with a german suplex. The crowd cheer as Wood gets back up to his feet and Wells jumps up onto the apron, only to take a thunderous right hand that drops him once again….

DF: Wood is done playing games…..Ojore in his sights….VIPER…

Wood looks for the modified pedigree but Ojore counters by lifting Viper onto his back and then slamming him down into a crunching Alabama slam. Ojore then draws his finger across his throat and he drags Wood up and gutwrenches him into the air…

JK: That is a long way down…

Wood’s face is shown by the camera as he is spun up into the air, only for him to wrap his legs around the neck of Ojore and drag his arms upwards…

DF: Wood pulling out a triangle choke in pure desperation…..this is incredible to watch…

JK: Ojore is all over the place, doesn’t matter how big you are when there is a submission involved…

DF: Everyone has a breaking point…

Ojore staggers around, struggling to stay on his feet and he stumbles towards the ropes, draping Wood over the top. Wood is doing everything he can to hold on for dear life as he dangles on the edge of elimination himself…

JK: I have no idea who is going to go first…will Ojore succumb to the pain or will Wood’s grip fail him…

DF: It is balancing on a knife edge…

Wood is slipping further and further down towards the ring apron, but as he does so he extends the pressure on the neck of Ojore and pulls him as well. The crowd are on their feet as they sense an imminent elimination….

JK: And look at Wells, just watching and waiting…

DF: Like him or not he has had his tactics spot on here, biding his time until the time is right to strike…

Wood’s back is now touching the apron but he refuses to let go of Ojore’s neck and the monster is visibly struggling against the pressure. His head and chest are now dangling over the ropes aswell and his legs begin to come up off the canvass…

JK: I don’t believe what I am seeing here….this is incredible from Liam Wood….

DF: Ojore’s weight is off the ground, he is becoming easier to move now….

JK: What an effort this is….

DF: Here he goes….

*Crowd pop

JK:SENSATIONAL!

The crowd are bouncing as Wood pulls down as hard as he can, using all the strength in his arms and legs, and finally he sees Ojore’s form passes over his head and drop down onto the hard flooring beneath, signaling a second elimination. Huge cheers ring out around the Coliseum as Wood rolls back into the ring via the bottom rope…

Liam Wood eliminates Ojore via top rope

DF: I was wondering what it would take to get Ojore out of there and now I know….tremendous stuff from The Viper…

JK: Wood put his absolute all into that scenario…

Ojore is gesturing furiously back towards the ring but a hoard of referees block his path and order him to the backstage area. He looks thunderous as he pushes a few officials backwards and then turns on his heel, storming up the ramp to the back. In the ring, Liam Wood is breathing heavily as he tries to get back to his feet…

JK: Wood is exhausted….

DF: Not really surprising after everything he has been through….but he’s gonna need to dig deep…

JK: Wells like the snake that he is, he is ready to pounce…

DF: Viper needs to watch his back…

JK: Too late…

DF: FLATLINER!

Wood uses the ropes to get back to his feet, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. He looks out at the crowd and then turns around, straight into the path of Wells who is lying in wait. Wells rushes forwards and detonates with the brogue kick…

JK: Ducked….VIPER DROP!

Wood ducks the thunderous kick at the very last moment and he kicks Wells in the gut and hooks his arms for the pedigree, only for Wells to swipe his feet and slingshot him into the corner. Wood’s head collides with the turnbuckle and he staggers back out…

DF: AMPUTATION!

Wood falls back and Wells seizes his arm underneath the armpit of his opponent and tries to pull him into a chicken-wing crossface, only for Viper to sit down and connect with an inverted jawbreaker. Wells staggers back to the ropes and Wood gets back up to his feet and runs at him…

JK: HE’S GONE!

The crowd gasp as Wells ducks the clothesline attempt from Wood and backdrops him over the top rope. Wells staggers into the centre of the ring and drops to his knees, raising his arms in victory…

DF: Wells thinks he has won the TV Championship…..

JK: Not yet he hasn’t….

The crowd are shrieking as the Hypertron shows one of Wood’s feet on the floor but he is somehow able to dangle his left foot off the ground. His hands are gripped tightly to the top rope and he summons all of his physical and mental strength to pull himself back up and “skin the cat”….

DF: That is what a true superstar is all about…

JK: Wells has no idea….he thinks he has won this match…

Wells is still celebrating but the referee is standing in front of him and waving it off. Wells gets to his feet and questions what the referee is talking about before he turns around and sees Wood getting back to his feet….

DF: Wells looks like he is about to have a seizure…..

JK: DEATH BEFORE….

Wells lifts Wood up onto his shoulders and attempts to nail the “over the shoulder cutter” but Wood scrambles off the back and then scores with a crunching superkick to the jaw, sending Wells staggering backwards and over the top rope…

DF: How the heck is Wells hanging on?

JK: He’s the fresher man, he still has the strength…

The crowd are booing as Wells is holding onto the top rope in a seated position. He pulls himself back to his feet and smiles as Wood thinks he has won the match and then launches himself into a springboard…

DF: Wood has no idea….

JK: What a clothesline!

Wells soars through the air and he wipes Viper off his feet as he turns around. The crowd are booing louder as the cut under Wells’ eye has opened up and he laughs manically as he beckons for Wood to stand up and then lifts him onto his shoulders, spinning him around….

DF: DEATH…

Wood slams furious elbows into the side of Wells’ jaw and drops off the back. He waits for his opponent to turn around and then kicks him in the stomach, hooking his legs…

JK: VIPER….

Wells spins out of the pedigree attempt and drags Wood towards him and up onto his shoulders, spinning him around and nailing the over shoulder cutter…

DF: DEATH BEFORE DISHONOUR!

JK: Get the championship belt ready for the coronation…

Wells smiles evilly as he drapes his own body against the body of Wood and hooks his leg…
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DF: What the…?

JK: Who cut the lights?

The crowd are screaming as a gong echoes around the airwaves and there is a flash of light at the front of the stage. The gong sounds again but the lights are still not forthcoming.

DF: Folks we aplogise for the loss of lights right now…

JK: But we are hearing from the guys in the truck that nobody has any clue what is going on here….

DF: It's like the Superbowl all over again..

The gong goes for a third time and then the lights come back on. Bryan Wells is stood next to the ropes, staring towards the stage with an excited expression on his face. A stream of blood is dripping from underneath his eye but he looks strangely happy…

DF: Does Wells know something we don’t?

JK: I have no idea….this guy is a nutjob….

DF: IN THE RING!

The crowd are going wild as it becomes apparent that there is a newcomer in the ring. He stands around 6 foot four, dressed in leather trousers, a black vest and an eerie black mask. His eyes are unmoving as he just glares at Well, who slowly turns around…

JK: He’s got Wells…..

DF: TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!

JK: What on earth is going on here…

The crowd are jumping up and down as the mysterious figure scoops Wells up onto his shoulders and then drills him in the centre of the ring with the tombstone piledriver. The lights dim once again and the gong sounds out again, when the illumination re-appears the mysterious masked figure has gone.

JK: Can somebody please explain to me what has just happened?

DF: I wish I could, but I have not the slightest of clues….Wells just got taken out but we don’t know why and we don’t know by who….

JK: Just when it seemed Wells was on the cusp of winning the TV Championship….

DF: Liam Wood needs to find the energy to get himself up, he does that and this match is over….

Bryan Wells is completely motionless in the centre of the ring as Liam Wood begins to show signs of life. He looks out at the crowd, who are willing him on and chanting his name, and grabs at the ropes to try and gain leverage to help him stand. His knees are a little wobbly but eventually he steadies himself and pushes away towards the centre…

JK: Liam Wood is just seconds away…

Bryan Wells is on his knees, barely able to even get to his feet. Wood wastes no time to just underhook his opponent’s arms and lifts him up….

DF: VIPER DROP!

JK: It wasn’t needed but that is an exclamation point if ever I saw one…

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*Ultra cheers

Ding ding ding

DF: He’s done it…

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner…………and NEW EWF TV CHAMPION……….THE VIPER….LIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAMMMMMM WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!

JK: With a little luck and a shed load of hard work, Liam Wood has come out of this battle royale victorious……he puts behind the disappointment of the Iron Man tournament because now he is the first ever EWF TV Champion!

DF: Thoroughly deserved…..he showed the heart of a champion throughout this match, and yeah he got a little rub of the green but he still had to finish the job…..and he has, congratulations Viper you are our first champion….

Liam Wood is on his knees, looking ecstatic as the referee hands him the Television Championship. He holds the golden championship belt in his arms and then kisses it as he gets back to his feet. He raises it above his head in triumph as the fans chant his name…

JK: This was truly a fantastic match…so many twists and turns with so many talking points……you have to believe that the Conrad/Fear Campaign issues are far from over…..Bryan Wells and whoever that was that wiped him out at the end…and of course all eyes are now on Liam Wood, this is his moment of glory but from now on he will have a bullseye on his head…

DF: Absolutely…he has the gold, he’s a marked man now and he will need to watch his back at every moment…but for now he can enjoy the night…..he’s announced himself to the world in this tournament and I expect great things from this kid….

JK: So do this crowd……

Wood hugs the belt and kisses it again before going from one turnbuckle to the other to celebrate his victory. Bryan Wells has staggered out into the aisleway and dropped to his knees, he seems to be laughing about the situation that has just taken place. He has blood smeared underneath his eye and a twisted expression on his face. The cameras go back to Wood, who continues to bask in the glory.

DF: This is just the start of Liam Wood’s career…..he has his first big moment here in EWF…

The crowd are flashing their cameras in an attempt to catch a picture of the new champion. Wood gives the championship belt another kiss and then jumps down from the ropes to make his way backstage….

Match time:19 minutes, 37 seconds
Official Result: Liam Wood eliminating Bryan Wells via pinfall

JK: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

The crowd suddenly begin to boo furiously as a man jumps the security barrier, rolls under the bottom rope and then knocks Wood flying over the top rope to the outside of the ring. The TV Championship is lying on the canvass and the man bends down and picks up the championship, much to the disgust of the crowd….

DF: What is he doing here?....Daniel Magnusson banned him from the building…

JK: Can we get security down here…I have no idea how Alex Garcia got through here…

Wood is holding the back of his head in the aisleway as Alex Garcia picks up the TV Championship and holds it above his head before dropping it over his shoulder. Wood gets back up and looks furious as he attempts to get back into the ring, only to be held back by a wall of security who have come tearing down to ringside…

DF: Well security is here….

JK: But they are holding back the wrong man…

DF:They are just trying to prevent a brawl from breaking out…

Crowd: You suck x10

Garcia smirks as Wood is held back by security and then Daniel Magnusson comes walking onto the stage, an angry look on his face.

Magnusson: What the hell are you doing here Garcia?

*Garcia just smiles, chewing gum as he stares up at the EWF chief.

Magnusson: I told you that you were suspended from this company until February 15th, when I would review the situation. And yet here you are, taking absolutely no notice of what I said to you.

*Garcia shrugs his shoulders, looking unbothered.

Magnusson: I’m going to give you once chance and one chance only, hand that championship back to its rightful owner and get the hell out of this building…

*The crowd cheer as Garcia mockingly applauds the fierce temperament of his boss

Magnusson: You are making a very big mistake Alex, this is your career on the line and I advise you to re-think your actions.

*Garcia just backs off towards the opposite side of the ring, the championship still in his possession. Magnusson looks at him in disappointment.

Magnusson: You leave me no choice Alex….security I want you to take Mr Garcia into your custody until I contact the local police department…..

JK: Wow this is huge….Garcia really has pushed the boundaries of respectability….

DF: The guy is a loose cannon….

*Garcia grins as security begin to circle the ring. He mockingly waves at Daniel Magnusson and Liam Wood before rolling out of the ring near the announcer’s table. He slides over the table, through the middle of the commentators and jumps over the barricade into the crowd. Garcia laughs as security try to follow him and he straps the TV Championship around his waist before disappearing into the crowd…

JK: I don’t believe this, Garcia is high-tailing it with the championship….

DF: This guy is crazy….but he certainly provides talking points…

Liam Wood is still being held back by security but he pushes them out of his way with a look of thunder on his face and then hops over the railing into the crowd, giving chase to Garcia.

JK: I wouldn’t like to be Garcia when Liam Wood catches him…

DF: If he catches him, Garcia has a pretty good head start….

JK: Drama unfolding here at the Iron Man tournament folks…

DF: And you would not have it any other way….EWF making waves…..what a crazy event this is turning into…

*Daniel Magnusson looks extremely strained as security follow Wood and Garcia into the crowd whilst the fans continue to go wild.

JK: This is the last action of this session folks….we apologise for leaving you on such a cliffhanger but I am afraid this was our allotted time and we are out of it……we will be sure to bring you all the updates on everything when we return at around 7:45 pm…….

DF: As well as all the updates we have the big one…..the 60 minute Iron Man match that will crown our first ever EWF World Champion….Jason Sparkz….Vincent Costello….who will it be?

JK: It’s been a sensational forty eight hours folks and we thank you for being here with us throughout….I advise you not to go anywhere, because when we return we are going to have the most action packed finale you could imagine…

DF: You are not going to want to miss one moment of it gents and ladies……we’ll catch you on the flipside…

JK: I’m hearing word that Alex Garcia made it out of the parking lot with the TV Championship……

DF: This situation is going to rumble on….I have no idea where this is heading…

JK: We’ll update you as best as we can when we get back folks….see you at 7:45…

*We go back on air with Jonathan Kelly and Donovan Franklin sat at the EWF announce table. The cameras show that the crowd has once again swelled to around the 700 mark and there is a great amount of noise being made. Pyrotechnics blast along the front of the stage as “Indestructible” echoes out of the speakers and then we head back to the announcers sat at ringside.

JK: Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to EWF presents the Iron Man tournament….and in just around ten minutes time we are scheduled for our finale……over the last forty eight hours we have seen our whole roster compete for the opportunity at becoming the first ever EWF World Champion, but now are just down to two. After all the excitement, all the drama….it comes down to Jason Sparkz and Vincent Costello, one of these men is leaving the Coliseum tonight as the number one…..who is it going to be partner?

DF: I wish I could give a definitive answer on that, but I really can’t. This has been an amazing way to start life here in EWF….and the two most deserving men have made it into tonight’s final…we truly are going to crown the best of the best….

JK: These men have already fought four times since yesterday afternoon….and in just minutes they will compete in the most physically demanding match in the industry, a sixty minute iron man match….this is the ultimate challenge for any professional wrestler…

DF: I wrestled two iron man matches in my time, but I had weeks to prepare for them…not hours….this really is going to push these men beyond their physical limits…..I am anticipating one of the most gruelling contests that I have ever witnessed…

JK: When we left you a few hours ago folks it was on the back of a very strange scenario indeed….

DF: I will not forget this for awhile…

JK: Take a quick look at this..

*The ending of the TV Championship Battle Royale plays. It shows Bryan Wells being tombstoned by the masked intruder and then Liam Wood winning the championship. The video then documents the arrival of Alex Garcia and him stealing the championship before running out of the building. We go back live.

JK: As you can see folks, Alex Garcia left the Elite Coliseum with the EWF TV Championship in his possession….as of yet nobody has been able to resolve this situation…

DF: We have heard that Liam Wood has in an uncontrollable rage backstage but not even Daniel Magnusson has been able to sort anything out.

JK: Our chief executive, Daniel Magnusson, will be speaking backstage in just a few moments and we can let him explain the situation a lot better….but as of right now guys, we have no idea what is happening…

DF: This really has been a wild two days…and I don’t think we are going to get a lot of answers until the next time we go on air, ten days from now…

JK: I have a feeling you could be right Don, but there is one question we can answer before we leave here this evening…and that is who is going to be our first world champion?

*The scene goes backstage and the crowd cheer as Daniel Magnusson is shown with Kelsey Hughes.

Kelsey: Thank you for joining me Mr Magnusson…

Magnusson: My pleasure, Kelsey.

Kelsey: I suppose first thing is first, what is the situation with Alex Garcia and the TV Championship?

*Magnusson looks deeply troubled

Magnusson: I wish, as the man that makes the decisions around here, that I had a suitable answer for you Kelsey, but the fact is that I really don’t. I suspended Alex Garcia until the February 15th show, he was not contracted to be here until that date. But he violated the terms of that suspension and for some reason he appeared here tonight, assaulting Liam Wood and then stealing the Television Championship. I have tried on several occasions to contact Garcia since this incident but I have been unable to reach him.

Kelsey: How does this impact upon his contract here with EWF?

Magnusson: He has already been fined heavily for his attacks on the referees yesterday. Then he was suspended and now this incident has followed. I have to be honest, his tenure with this company is just about done. I am hoping that out there somewhere he is watching this, because he has until the end of the night to contact me, if he fails to do so….then he can consider his contract terminated!

*Crowd cheer

Kelsey: And what about Liam Wood, surely he is angry with what has happened?

Magnusson: Naturally, Liam feels like his moment was stolen from him and I feel bad for that situation having arisen. But after a period of calming down, Liam now sees the position I am in and he understands that I am doing whatever it takes to come up with a solution. If the worse comes to the worst then Liam will be issued with a new championship belt at the very beginning of our February 15th broadcast.

Kelsey: Moving on from that situation for the time being….we are just under fifteen minutes away from the real reason we are all here tonight. The 60 minute Iron Man match to crown the first ever EWF World Heavyweight Champion…..how happy are you with how this tournament has panned out?

Magnusson: Nobody is more proud of what EWF has achieved than me right now. We took a massive gamble when we decided to build this company, and there were a lot of people writing us off before we even begun. But only two days into this promotion and look at us now, tell me we aren’t a success now? I am proud of each and everyone that has made this possible….the workers, the production staff, the fans….this has been a tremendous effort and it has led us to this point…

EWF is now on the map…and we are still finding our legs but there has been an amazing reaction to how we have begun…..tonight’s finale should be a fitting end to such a fantastic forty eight hours….if the next few months and years are anything like we have seen so far, I guarantee that we are going to be the leader in the sports entertainment market, without a doubt….

Kelsey: There has been a massive buzz on twitter, facebook, all over the internet about our debut show…if there was one bit of advice you could give to tonight’s finalists, what would it be?

Magnusson: I’m not a professional wrestler, I am just fan, so I am not going to start talking tactics or anything like that. I would just like to say congratulations to both Jason Sparkz and Vincent Costello for making it this far…..as far as tonight’s final, I would just tell them to enjoy it, make the most of it, and most importantly put on a show that nobody will ever forget….this is their opportunity to go down in history…to forge a legacy that will never, ever be forgotten….

I for one cannot wait to see this match…..and I am sure the fantastic fans inside the Coliseum, and all the wonderful followers on the V2forum feel the same….so I think you have heard enough of my voice…I’ll hand you over to the guys that matter…

Kelsey: Thanks for your time Mr Magnusson…..

*Magnusson smiles and places his hand on Kelsey’s shoulder as he passes by and walks out of the scene.

*The scene changes as Mike Conrad is shown trying to get down a hallway, only to have his path blocked by a troop of security guards.

Security: I’m sorry Mr Conrad, but we are under strict instructions…

Conrad: You guys need to let me past….I assure you it would be in your best interests….

Security: Mr Magnusson told us not to let you down here…..not whilst his investigation is under way…

Conrad:MACHIAVELLI!

*Conrad is trying to shove past the security but they manage to hold him back. Behind the security guards is a lone door, which opens and out steps Ojore, just glaring at Mike Conrad.

Conrad: Get him out here you son of a (beep)….you and him, right here, right now…

Security: Mr Conrad, please calm down…

Conrad: Calm down?....calm down?....these guys took away my dream, they took my hopes and aspiration from me……..the world championship………….the TV Championship……they took it all….

Security: Sir, we are going to have to escort you from the arena if this continues…

Conrad: MACHIAVELLI!

*Ojore looks unimpressed, his arms folded by his side, when another figure appears by his side, still covered in blood from earlier in the evening.

Machiavelli: To what do I owe this pleasure, Michael….

Conrad: You know why I’m here…now tell these security guards to get the hell outta my way so we can settle this…

Machiavelli: I am afraid I cannot exercise any control over these men, they are here at the behest of Mr Magnusson.

Conrad: What the hell is Magnusson protecting you for?

Machiavelli: Protecting me?

*Machiavelli laughs

Machiavelli: They are not here to protect me, dear boy, they are here to protect you!

*Conrad looks angry and tries to break through the security again. Ojore cracks his knuckles and moves forwards, but Machiavelli stops him.

Machiavelli: Don’t you see, you are now the true epitome of everything that you claim to be fighting against. You are no hero Mike Conrad, and you are not a good guy, despite what you and anybody else thinks. You are correct, I did steal your hopes and dreams, because you did not deserve them…..and in kind you repaid that compliment to me. You stuck your nose into my business and you did to me exactly what I did to you….you have no moral high ground here. As they say, you do not have a leg to stand on.

Conrad: Don’t you dare try and compare me to yourself….your a damn monster…

Machiavelli: No, I am not and I take great exception to being called such. I am a revolutionary, I am an icon in the film-making business and soon to be an icon in the wrestling business. I make you face up to the stark reality that lies right in front of your face…..I do not hide you from the truth, protect you from the real world….

I am not a monster, Mike Conrad…..I am a realist, and my methods are very real….the results they gain are very real…..and believe me when I tell you that “Fear” is very real…

Conrad: You can shove your “fear” up your a55….you don’t intimidate me…

Machiavelli: So you say, but I look at you Michael and I do not believe you in the slightest. Your raised heartbeat, the perspiration on your brow betrays you. I see behind the windows of your eyes and I see more “fear” there than anybody I have ever come into contact with…

Conrad: Get rid of these security and I’ll show you how scared I am….

Machiavelli: You still are not grasping the cold, hard facts are you? We are not working on your terms here, you have no control over my actions, and even less over your own. This score between us, it will be settled, but we will settle it when I arrange it….when I allow it to be settled.

Conrad: You really think so…

Machiavelli: I know so, Michael……you made a very grave mistake when you chose to come back today and ruin my plans. I was destined to become the first ever EWF Champion, I worked very hard to ensure that was going to happen. I assure you that the moment you entered this arena, stuck your nose in my business, you signed away your career….you indebted yourself to me…..and it is a debt I am very much looking forward to collecting.

Conrad: I have to tell you, ploughing your piece of (beep) face into that mat may have been the greatest moment of my life…

Machiavelli: Then please savour it…..because when I am done, you will never experience happiness in your worthless existence again…

Conrad: We’ll see about that…

Machiavelli: Yes we will……….I bid you good day, Michael….but beware, because “fear” can strike….anywhere….

*Machiavelli laughs to himself and takes one last look at Conrad before entering back into his locker room. Conrad looks annoyed as Ojore glares at him and then heads back towards the locker room with Machiavelli. The cameras follow and they see Machiavelli just about to rest up in an armchair, across from him is a sofa and then camerman picks up on a pair of tanned legs, wearing bright red heels. The lense shoots up to see who these belong to when Machiavelli speaks out.

Machiavelli: Ojore…would you please show our guests out….

*The camera does not find its destination as Ojore’s giant fist clatters into it, cracking the screen and knocking the cameraman over and causing the screen to go black.

*The scene changes and there is a mixed reaction from the crowd as Hugh Cartwright is joined on one side by Jason Sparkz, and on the other by Vincent Costello. Both competitors are staring at one another, the intensity brewing.

Cartwright: Ladies and gentlemen in just a few moments we will have our final match. The Iron Man final, a sixty minute contest under Iron Man rules for the EWF World Heavyweight Championship. In one corner, Vincent Costello…

*The crowd boo and Costello smirks

Cartwright: In the other corner, Jason Sparkz…

*Crowd pop and Sparkz raises his arms in the air

Cartwright: Gentlemen your journey through this tournament has led you to this position. You have both been through an extremely demanding schedule but here you are, on the cusp of being remembered throughout history. One of you will be leaving here tonight as the first ever EWF World Champion…..earlier in this competition you both fought in the final Group A match, Jason it was you who walked away from that match victorious….could you please tell us why you believe that will happen again?

Sparkz: I’m not the sort of guy that stands here and talks down on my competition, and I won’t start now. Costello is a heck of an athlete, he wouldn’t be in this situation if that wasn’t the case. He pushed me to my limits yesterday and I know exactly what he brings to the table. But the fact is, I beat him, I took his best efforts and I am the one that walked away victorious. I know the sixty minute Iron Man match presents a much different prospect, but I have the edge and there is nobody that can dispute that.

*Costello just glares into Sparkz’ eyes.

Cartwright: And Vincent, why do you believe this match will be different to what happened yesterday?

Costello: I have nothing to say on this situation…..I’ll allow my actions out there in the ring to speak louder than any words ever could……then when the match is over and the EWF Championship is in my possession….and Jason Sparkz is battered, broken, bloodied and embarrassed….then you can have my statement….then you can listen to exactly what I have to say!

*The crowd boo as Costello sneers at Sparkz

Cartwright: Jason, there have been a few worried fans out there on the internet wondering how you have recovered from this afternoon’s barbed wire massacre match?

*Sparkz smiles and looks at the bandages on his arms and then lifts up his t-shirt, showing more bandages around his body.

Sparkz: I’ve got a few cuts and bruises, no point in denying that. But I’ve had a sleep, I’ve rested as much as I possibly could and I feel really good right now. I suffered some sore injuries over the last two days, but so has every man that competed in this tournament. Neither of us are 100%....but I assure all of my fans that I have enough left in the tank to get this job done. This is my dream, and I don’t care what it takes, I won’t be giving up.

Cartwright: And Vincent, a lot of controversy surrounded your victory over Jimmy Phillips in the semifinal….neither of you went through a table, and yet you were declared victorious…do you have any regrets about the way that match ended?

*Costello stares at Cartwright and then at Sparkz, who is grinning at him. Costello pushes the mic away from his face.

Costello: I’m done here…

Sparkz: Just answer the question Costello…

*Costello comes back into shot and he grabs the mic and gets up in Sparkz’ face

Costello: You don’t tell me what to do, you understand that, boy?. Nobody orders me around, I’ll speak when I am ready to speak, answer questions when it suits me. You don’t need to worry about anything that comes out of my mouth, all you need to worry about is the career-ending beating I have in store for you in just over five minutes…see you out there!

*Costello shoves the mic against Sparkz’ chest and stares into his eyes before backing away.

Cartwright: Vincent Costello obviously very fired up ahead of this match…..Jason, I wish you luck out there tonight….

Sparkz: Thanks Hugh…..and I would just like to say thank you to each and every fan that has supported me throughout this tournament….the next sixty minutes are for all of you…

*Sparkz gives the camera the thumbs up as the crowd cheer and chant his name before he walks off towards the entranceway.

Iron Man Final
EWF World Heavyweight Championship
60 Minute Iron Man Match
Jason Sparkz vs Vincent Costello

Ding ding

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the sixty minute iron man match…….for the EWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

*The crowd pop as the cameras pan around to the announce area, where the EWF Championship has been placed inside a glass cabinet on a red plush.

JK: This is it….the moment we have all been waiting for, the reason we have spent the last forty eight hours watching some amazing in-ring action, as well as some quite jaw-dropping drama….it has all lead to this point….

DF: Yes it has….these are the moments you dream about your whole career. For those two men stood behind that curtain, this is the greatest event of their careers thus far. The spotlights are on, the world is watching….this your moment to shine and the adrenaline is just about to kick in….

JK: I never believed when EWF first started out that we would have such a following as soon as we opened our doors…..these fans have created such a unique atmosphere and it is only going to get louder in here in the next couple of minutes….

DF: Any good crowd makes an event feel about ten times bigger than it is…..and this crowd is as good as any I have been around in years….

JK: And there it is….the glorious EWF World Championship….in just over one hour one of our two competitors is walking away with that belt…….time to find out who…

The lights in the arena dim and then “Godfather” echoes out to a deafening din of boos from the crowd in attendance. Purple pyros erupt up into the rafters and then the curtain pushes open…

Rick Ambrose: Introducing first………from Hell’s Kitchen, New York…………………weighing in at 225 pounds……..Viiiiiiinnnnnnnnccccceeeeeennnnnntttt Coooooossttttttttteeeeeelllllloooooooooooooo!

DF: Not a man that has endeared himself to the EWF faithful in the last two days…

JK: Costello has lied, cheated and stolen his way to the final, but he has done it with an air of dominance along the way. He is a fine competitor but he does whatever he has to in order to achieve success…

DF: Costello is a cracking superstar, I think he has a fine future in this business….and it could begin tonight with the world championship….

JK: Costello’s path to the final included victories over Alex Garcia and Liam Wood, a loss to his opponent right now, Jason Sparkz….and a semi-final victory over Jimmy Phillips…..those matches have led him to this point, on the cusp of greatness….

Costello walks out onto the stage and he sneers at the crowd before making his way down to the ring. He removes his t-shirt and throws it across the face of a child in the front row, telling the parent’s to “consider surgery…or euthanasia”. The boos grow louder as Costello circles the ring and then pauses outside the glass cabinet, housing the championship belt.

DF: That is the prize that awaits one of these two men…..

JK: It really is all on the line…

Costello looks at the crowd and he motions the belt around his waist with a smile before climbing up onto the apron and stepping into the ring. Costello paces around the ring, looking extremely focused as all attention turns back to the stage. A lightning bolt explodes on the stage, silver fireworks shoot into the air and then “Lose yourself” roars out of the soundsystem.

DF: That is an ovation…..that is exactly what nights like this are made for……I’ve got goosebumps…

Ambrose: And his opponent……………………..weighing in at 202 pounds…………Jaaassssssoooooooonnnn Sppppppaaaarrrrkkkkkzzzzz!

JK: This crowd are on their feet…every single iota of support in this arena is directed towards this man right now…

DF: Sparkz encapsulates exactly what these fans are looking for….a man they can pin their hopes and dreams on, he could be a star in the making….

Jason Sparkz raises his arms in the air and smiles as the cheers from the crowd grow louder and louder. He slowly walks down to the ring and unzips his hoody, passing it to a fan in the front row. He gives his supporters the thumbs up and then walks around the ring, taking a few moments to stare at the championship belt before he climbs up on the apron. He stares at Costello for a moment and then vaults over the top into the ring.

JK; Everything we have seen over the last two days boils down to this moment…….the chance to finally find out who our first ever world champion will be….

DF: Every single member of the backstage staff, the roster, everyone in this building is gathered around a monitor to watch this match…..this is our first landmark point…..

JK: It really is history in the making….

The referee assigned to the contest beckons both men into the centre of the ring and reads them the riot act of what he expects. They both nod in understanding as they glare into each other’s eyes and then back into opposite corners. The official then begins to check them over for illegal objects…

JK: Twice we have seen Costello use those brass knucks in this tournament……..

DF: Not this time…

The search of Sparkz comes up clean, but when searching Costello the referee finds an abnormality. Costello tries to protest but the referee pulls a well concealed pair of brass knuckles from the waistband of Costello’s tights…

*Crowd cheer and laugh at Costello, who looks visibly irate

JK: The playing field is level once again…great officiating before this match has even started…

DF: If Costello wants to win this match now he will have to do it on his merit and hard work…..time to see if he can stand the heat inside the kitchen….go hard or go home…..it comes down to this…..

JK: Remember the rules folks…..sixty minutes on the clock…..victories occur by pinfall, submission, countout and disqualification….whoever scores the most victories in the allotted time will be the winner, and they will be the first ever EWF Champion….

DF: Time to find out whose name is going to be engraved on that championship…

The crowd roar as the referee hands the brass knuckles to the timekeeper and then he signals for the bell to begin the match. Sparkz smiles at Costello, who snarls back, and then they circle each other for a few moments before locking up in the centre of the ring.

DF: It is extremely crucial to pace yourself in this type of match…..you go all out at the beginning and you will have nothing left in the tank by time you reach the second half of the fight…

JK: Wise words from an ex-world champion!

Both men jockey for position around the ring before Costello pulls Sparkz into a side headlock. He squeezes the cranium tight as Sparkz struggles and then bounces back against the ropes, shooting Costello across the ring….Costello comes back and Sparkz takes him out with a big dropkick…

DF: Sparkz will have the pace advantage, just like he did yesterday….but Costello’s power and aggression are just as successful…

Costello gets back up and Sparkz nails him with hard forearms before whipping him into the corner. He follows in but Costello lifts his knees up, only for Sparkz to grab Costello’s legs and drag him off the turnbuckle and slam him down onto the canvass. The crowd cheer as Sparkz then runs up the first two ropes and twists back into a legdrop…………………….1…………………………………..2……………..shoulder up.

JK: This is a good start from Sparkz, taking Costello by surprise perhaps with how he has begun…

DF: I don’t think Costello will mind too much….as long as he doesn’t give away any decisions he will be happy for Sparkz to use up his energy…

Sparkz pulls Costello up and tries to lift him into a faceplant suplex but Vincent kicks his legs, keeping himself grounded, and then counters with a suplex of his own. He gets back to his feet and connects with a jumping elbow drop to the chest………………………………….1………………………..2………………kickout. Costello kneels over Sparkz and aims right hands at the face of his opponent before getting to his feet and backing into the corner. He lifts himself onto the second rope and then waits for Sparkz to get up….

JK: Costello biding his time….slowing the pace to his advantage…

DF: Smart tactics….

Sparkz gets back up to his feet and Costello jumps off, ploughing a double axe handle straight into the top of Sparkz’ head. Costello then drags his opponent back to his feet and he flips him into the air…

JK: Power….

Sparkz jumps out of the back of the attempted powerbomb and quickly rushes off the ropes, only to return into a spinning discus clothesline from Costello. The crowd boo as Costello then drags his foe up to a standing position and scoop slams him onto the mat. He then runs off the ropes and returns with a legdrop across the throat…………………………….1……………………………………….2…………………….Sparkz gets his shoulder up again.

DF: There are going to be moments in this match when it feels like all the pace in the world has disappeared…but that is crucial if you want to last the hour……

JK: Right now these superstars are going at it at a fairly high speed….how long is that likely to last?

DF: I can’t see it lasting much longer, but then again these guys might have amazing cardio….it’s very difficult to judge….

Costello repeatedly jams the point of his elbow into the back of Sparkz’ head before hauling him up and slinging him into the corner. He begins to stomps a furious mudhole into the stomach of his opponent before grabbing his right arm and whipping him across to the opposite corner…

JK: Costello trying to wear Jason Sparkz down…….OR NOT!

DF: WHISPER IN THE WIND!

The crowd roar in approval as Costello follows Sparkz across to the opposite corner, only for Sparkz to run up the ropes and twist back into the corkscrew takedown onto his foe. They both get back up to their feet and Sparkz kicks Costello in the stomach before planting him right on the top of his head with a DDT……………………….1………………………………….2……………………Costello gets his shoulder up again!

JK: Sparkz is such an unorthodox athlete, he can strike from anywhere at anytime…..

DF: And Costello needs to wise up to that fact over the course of this match, otherwise he could find himself heavily defeated….

Sparkz rolls back up onto his feet and he lashes hard roundhouse kicks into the arms, legs and chest of Costello as he tries to stand. Costello stumbles up to his feet, absorbing the pain of the kicks, and then catches Sparkz’ left leg as he tries one too many….

JK: Sparkz went to the well once too often with those kicks…

Sparkz hops on one foot before Costello spins him around, only for Sparkz to twist back through the air and catch Costello on the jaw with his trailing foot….

DF: Fantastic dragon whip reversal…

Costello hits the deck and Sparkz gives the crowd the thumbs up before he runs off the ropes and then forward rolls back across the mat…

JK: ROLLING THUNDER!

The crowd groan as Costello drives his up, right into the spine of his opponent. Sparkz rolls under the bottom rope, onto the apron, in pain as Vincent slowly begins to get back to his feet….

DF: Didn’t quite pan out for Jason Sparkz there…

JK: He thought he had the momentum, but Costello was more than alive to what was going on…

Costello gets back up and he grabs Sparkz’ head, dragging him through the middle ropes back into the ring and twisting him around into a neckbreaker. Costello then runs off the ropes and he returns with a heavy kneedrop to the forehead…………………………….1………………………..2…………………Sparkz gets his shoulder up.

DF: It’s hard to determine a winner in a match like this, because form really does go out of the window over sixty minutes…..it all boils down to who copes with the scenario the best…..and we don’t know enough about these guys yet to make that sort of judgement….

Costello drags Jason Sparkz up to his feet again and he whips him into the corner, before following in and landing with a stinger splash. He then grabs Sparkz’ arm and whips him across the opposite side, before rushing after him….

JK: He wasn’t expecting that….

Sparkz reaches the turnbuckle and slams against it, before as Costello runs towards him he manages to twist himself around the ropes and nails a kick over the top to Costello’s face (ala Kofi). Costello staggers backwards as Sparkz quickly scales the ropes to the top…..

DF: CROSSBODY!

JK: OH MY!

The flashbulbs go off as Sparkz is airborne for the crossbody, only for Costello to amazingly catch him coming down with a gutbuster across his knees. Sparkz rolls away in agony and Costello quickly crawls after him and takes advantage by applying a seated sleeper….

DF: This is a perfect tactic by Vincent Costello…..we are around five minutes in and now he is going for a sleeper….

JK: This will wear down the resolve of Jason Sparkz, whilst keeping himself fresh I would imagine?

DF: Exactly….

The crowd boo as Costello wraps his legs around the midsection of Sparkz and really locks his arms tight around the throat of his opponent. The referee is on his knees, asking Sparkz if he wishes to give up but Jason Sparkz just shakes his head and tries to pull Costello’s fingers apart….

JK:Costello has this locked in very nicely indeed…..

There are muffled cries of pain and frustration as Costello just will not allow Sparkz to budge, keeping him trapped right in the centre of the ring. Sparkz reaches out but has no chance of making it to the ropes, making his efforts futile. Costello seems to know he has his opponent exactly where he wants him as he drags back on the neck some more and succeeds in pulling Sparkz down into a laying position….

DF: This is really bad now for Jason Sparkz, his oxygen supply is pretty much cut off and he is going to have problems getting himself free….

The crowd are clapping and willing Sparkz on as Costello keeps his legs wrapped around the midsection and pulls back, tightening his grip around the neck. Sparkz’ face is a red/purple colour as Costello smiles and continues to add pressure…

JK: Smart money might be on Sparkz taking a submission defeat here, and then he can re-build….

DF: I think your right…..this hold could cause lasting damage if applied for too long….

Sparkz seems to draw on the energy of the crowd as he rocks his body forwards and really struggles against the restraints that Costello has applied. The struggle continues for a few moments until Sparkz somehow breaks the leglock around his stomach and gets himself back onto one knee….

JK: You have to applaud that determination from Jason Sparkz…

DF: I thought he was going to have to take a loss for sure….but this kid just never fails to impress me….

JK: He’s still not out of harm’s way yet, but he’s working on it…

Sparkz is shaking with the effort he is putting in, struggling as he manages to get back on both legs. The crowd are cheering but Costello shakes his head and tries to drag his foe back down to the canvass…

DF: Costello is desperate to hang onto his advantage….

Sparkz scores with heavy side elbows to the ribcage of Costello and eventually succeeds in breaking the sleeper hold. He rocks Costello with forearms and then looks for an irish whip, only for Costello to reverse and send Sparkz towards the ropes…

JK: Into the springboard….GLORIOUS!

The crowd applaud as Sparkz springboards onto the middle ropes and soars back, this time connecting with a crossbody takedown….
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DF: Sparkz back in the mix now and he may be wise to try and get an early lead in this match, considering that it is unlikely that his blistering pace will last the entire hour…

Sparkz gets back up and he kicks Costello in the stomach and lifts him into a suplex position, only for Costello to kick his legs and drop back down on the canvass, pulling Sparkz down into an inside cradle……………….1…………………………….2………………..shoulder up. They both scramble back up and Sparkz looks for a hurricanrana but Costello catches him on his shoulders, preparing for a powerbomb…

JK: Lookout here…

Sparkz hammers right hands down into the head of Costello and they stumble forwards before toppling over the top rope and crashing to the outside of the ring.

DF: Not a nice fall for either competitor right there…

Both men land on their sides and they begin to get back up onto their feet. Sparkz aims a kick at the stomach of Costello but Vincent catches his foot and pulls him away from the ring apron, only for Sparkz to improvise with an enzeguiri to the side of the head, sending Costello staggering into the ringside barrier….

JK: You just cannot blink with Jason Sparkz around…because he will make you pay…

DF: Both men need to be aware that the referee is counting them here….

The count has reached three as Sparkz slams Costello’s head against the top of the barrier and then backs away, rolling under the bottom rope into the ring………………………..4…………………….5………………6……Costello makes his way back to the ring and pulls himself to the apron, only for Sparkz to spring onto the turnbuckle and launch back into a missile dropkick (ala Jericho) sending Costello toppling back down to the outside again….

JK: Clever tactics from Jason Sparkz….

DF: He’s just getting a breather, whilst building the frustration that Costello will be feeling….

Costello holds his jaw as he gets back up to his feet, on the referee’s five count, and then rolls back into the ring. Jason Sparkz quickly grabs him by the head but Costello shoots into a double legged takedown and begins to fire off with furious rights and lefts….

DF: Fighting tactics plucked straight from the streets…

The referee intervenes on the count of four and Costello gets back to his feet. He looks at the crowd in disgust before he drags Sparkz up and lifts him up for a back suplex…

JK: Sparkz managing to avoid everything…….

Sparkz flips over the shoulder of Costello and quickly runs off the ropes, only to return into the grips of Vincent, who spins him around…

DF: OMERTA!

Sparkz amazingly spins out of the black hole slam attempt and lands on his feet, connecting with a russian legsweep as he does so………………………….1……………………………….2……………….Costello kicks out. Sparkz rolls back up onto his feet and he lifts himself onto the second rope, waiting for Costello to rise. He pulls Vincent towards him….

JK: Tornado…..

Sparkz spins around for the tornado DDT but Costello succeeds in keeping his feet as they turn and then counters with a backdrop that sends Sparkz crashing against the turnbuckle. Sparks slumps there, upside down, as Costello backs away and then runs back in with a sickening punt right to the face of his opponent….

DF: He could be out cold from a strike like that….

Costello drags Sparkz out by his right hand and then drops down…………………….1……………………..2……………..Sparkz gets his shoulder up off the mat. Costello stands up and he begins to systematically stomp down on the chest and arms of Jason Sparkz before running off the ropes and returning with a jumping headbutt straight to the face….Sparkz staggers back up onto his feet and Costello lifts him onto his shoulders…

JK: Rolling….

Costello looks for a green bay plunge but Sparkz elbows his way free and drops off the back, pushing Costello into the corner and then rushing in after him with a double knee strike to the back. Costello staggers back out and Sparkz kicks him in the gut, nailing him with a faceplant suplex afterwards….

DF: Could put points on the board…

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JK: That hasn’t got him the desired decision…

DF: But he’s getting closer, which is a good sign….only just coming up to the ten minute mark….

Costello makes his way back up and he aims a right hand at Sparkz, but it is ducked and Sparkz connects with two stiff jabs before grabbing Vincent’s arm and whipping him off the ropes. Costello comes back and Sparkz aims a roundhouse kick at his head, but Vincent ducks underneath and runs off the opposite side….

JK: What a dropkick!

The crowd cheer as Costello returns into a beautiful high angled dropkick from Jason Sparkz, who gets up and follows in with a standing moonsault……………………..1………………………….2…………..Costello kicks out once again, much to the chagrin of the crowd.

DF: Jason Sparkz starting to knock at the door on a frequent basis….sooner or later he will force entry…

Sparkz gets up to his feet and he aims kicks at the stomach of Costello as he rises before whipping him into the corner. He follows in but eats a solid boot to the face from Vincent, knocking him backwards. Costello quickly tries to take advantage by lifting himself onto the second rope….

JK; Costello ready to pounce…..OR NOT!

Crowd: That was awe-some x7

Costello seems to be preparing for an aerial assault as Sparkz charges forwards, spingboards onto the middle of the ropes and floats through the air, wrapping his legs around the neck of Costello and dragging him down into an impressive hurricanrana. Costello staggers back up to his feet, looking dazed, and he falls victim to a devastating backdrop driver….

DF: Right on the back of his head, that could be the first fall…

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JK: I thought Sparkz was going to get off the mark there…

Sparkz gets back up to his feet, using the ropes, and he makes his way over to the corner and begins to scale the turnbuckle. All the attention is on him as he makes it to the top and he waits for Vincent Costello to get back to his feet….

DF: High risk for Jason Sparkz…

Sparkz comes spiraling through the air and he wipes Costello out with a big time clothesline to the throat area. Costello gets back up to his feet and walks straight into a spinning heel kick…………………1…………………….2…………………shoulder up.

JK: Costello wants to watch out that he doesn’t take too much of a beating here, with so much time left on the clock….

DF: And at the same time, Sparkz is going to need to remember his energy levels, not to overdo it…

Sparkz gets up on his feet again and he climbs out onto the apron and waits for Costello to get back up. He grips the top rope, biding his time, and then leaps into a springboard…

JK: What a shot….

Sparkz comes hurtling out of the air for a lariat but ends up eating a huge european uppercut to the jaw as he lands on the mat. Costello staggers back into the corner to regain his breath…

DF: Vincent Costello needed that, he needed to slow the pace and take Sparkz out of his comfort zone….

JK: And he could get something more here….

Costello bursts out of the corner and swings a vicious punt towards the skull of Sparkz, but the fan favourite ducks and pulls Vincent into a schoolboy………………………….1……………………….2………………………shoulder up. They get back up and Sparkz lashes a sickening kick into the knee joint of Costello, dropping him on all fours before running off the ropes and returning with a somersault legdrop across the back of the neck……………………..1…………………………….2………………..kickout.

DF: That was a terrific move, but still it wasn’t enough…

Sparkz looks a little disappointed as he gets back up to his feet, beckoning for Costello to get up and face him. Costello slowly staggers back up and Sparkz kicks him in the stomach….

JK: Twist of…

Sparkz looks for a variation on the twist of fate but Costello is able to counter out with an impressive german suplex. He keeps his hands locked and he drags Sparkz to his feet again, scoring with a second successive suplex. The crowd boo as Costello pulls his opponent back to his feet for a third time….

DF: Hat-trick….

He lifts Sparkz up for the third german but Sparkz locks his feet around the back of Costello’s thighs and then rolls forwards, pulling his opponent into a pinning position……………………1……………………..2………………shoulder up.

JK: Jason Sparkz so close to stealing a fall…

They get back up and Costello misses with a wild right hand, allowing Sparkz to pull him down into a backslide……………………………..1…………………………..2…………………..kickout. They get to their feet and Sparkz jumps into a dropkick, but Costello catches his legs and drops him on the back of his head.

DF: Slingshot…

Costello sends Sparkz crashing into the corner and his head cracks the top of the turnbuckle, staggering him back into another waistlock from Costello….

JK: Trifecta on the cards again….

One suplex…………………..two suplexes…….Costello has his hands locked like a rabid dog as he drags Jason Sparkz up for a third time and then bridges him into a german suplex………………………….1………………………….2……………..Sparkz just pops the shoulder!

DF: So, so close….

JK: Some of the fans in the arena seem stunned that we have seen no falls this far…..

DF: I’m a little surprised, knowing how explosive these guys are…but at the same time, they cancelled each other out for long periods of their group match, so looks like we are in for much of the same here….

Costello complains to the referee, but is told that it was a definite two count. He gets back up onto his feet and he drags Sparkz up to join him, before gutwrenching him into a nice suplex. He kneels for a moment, smirking at the boos of the crowd before getting back up and ushering Sparkz to stand once again…

JK: Costello is going to try and wear Sparkz down now….use his power and brawling techniques to sap energy…

Costello slams hard right hands into the back of Sparkz as he drags him back up into another gutwrench before flipping his opponent into a backbreaker rack across his shoulders. He holds him there and then spins him out into a side powerslam……………………………1…………………………………2……………shoulder up from Sparkz again.

DF: Costello getting a foothold in the match now….but still plenty on offer from Sparkz…

Costello drags Sparkz up, but eats three heavy hooks to the midsection and then is felled by a jumping inverted jawbreaker that sends Costello flying. They both get back to their feet and Sparkz looks for a flash kick but Costello ducks it, runs off the ropes and returns with a flying uppercut that detonates under the chin of Sparkz again…..Sparkz is groggy as he gets back up and is lifted onto the shoulders of Costello…..

JK: GREEN BAY!

Costello runs Sparkz into a green bay plunge and covers…………………..1……………………………2…………………..shoulder up from Jason Sparkz. They get back up and Costello pulls Sparkz into a piledriver position…

DF:NEUTRALIZER!

Costello attempts a cradle belly to back slam but Sparkz fights out of it and counters with a backdrop. He staggers towards the ropes and springboards as Costello gets back up…

JK: Disaster…

Costello ducks the disaster kick and he underhooks one of Sparkz’ arms before nailing a half nelson suplex and making the cover…
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DF: Still not quite enough to put Sparkz down for a three….

JK: Neither man able to come up with enough so far…

Costello has words with the referee again, but his complaints fall on deaf ears. He heads back to Sparkz and grabs him by the head, only for Sparkz to tumble backwards and send Costello staggering through the ropes to the outside of the ring. The crowd cheer as Sparkz slowly gets back up to his feet and he grips the top rope, vaulting over,turning in midair and springboarding off the middle rope…..

DF: INCREDIBLE!

Crowd: Holy (beep) x10

JK; Sensational stuff….

The crowd are on their feet and the noise is deafening as Sparkz flips through the air with an incredible moonsault takedown. Both men are lying flat out on the arena floor as the flashbulbs go off all around…

DF: Jason Sparkz putting his body on the line, desperate to leave here tonight as the EWF Champion…

The referee’s count reaches four as Sparkz gets up, clinging to the ringside barrier. He pulls Costello up and aims to roll him back into the ring, but Costello rushes him backwards and slams him right into the steel steps.

JK: Mistake by Sparkz there, he should have just left Costello to stew on the outside…

DF: Now he has given up the momentum….

Sparkz holds his spine as he staggers away and Costello charges him again, this time driving his spine into the security railing. Sparkz drops down into a seated position and Costello stomps on his midsection before backing away and climbing into the ring….

JK: Costello has no issues with getting back in the ring, leaving Sparkz to take a count….

DF: You can have no morals in a match like this….take your chances when they arise….

Sparkz holds his back as he starts to get back up to his feet. The referee’s count has reaches five as he staggers over to the ring and pulls himself up on the apron. Costello grabs him by the head and attempts to suplex him back in the ring….

JK: Float over…

Sparkz floats over the shoulder of his opponent and waistlocks him, only for Costello to swing a devastating back elbow right into Sparkz’ left eye. Sparkz staggers away in pain as Costello follows him and then lifts him up into a big belly to belly slam………………………………1………………………………….2……………………shoulder up from Sparkz.

DF: Vincent Costello taking a quick glance at the clock…..sees that there is around three quarters of this match still remaining….

JK: Absolutely nothing to worry about in terms of timeframe…

Costello handstands knees into the head of Jason Sparkz before getting back up to his feet and he drags Sparkz up, lifting him into a suplex and then dropping him chest-first across the top rope.

DF: Sparkz hung up with nowhere to go right now…

Sparkz balances across the top rope as Costello crashes heavy punches into his back and then pulls him into a DDT position, before spinning around and nailing a corkscrew neckbreaker. He then pulls Sparkz away from the ropes and leaves him flat on the canvass as he heads for the corner….

JK: Costello has Sparkz exactly where he wants him right now….he’s heading for the summit….

DF: High risk, high reward……..shades of the Dynamite Kid right now…

JK:HEADBUTT!

The flashbulbs are working overdrive again as Costello comes soaring from the top rope into a beautiful flying headbutt, only for Sparkz to roll away at the last second and send his opponent crashing face-first into the canvass. Sparkz stumbles back up and runs off the ropes, returning with a rolling cradle cover………………………1………………………..2…………………..kickout from Costello!

DF: Costello took that unnecessary risk from the top and it almost led to disaster…

They get back to their feet and Sparkz lands with a kick to the stomach and seven unanswered forearms to the face. He grabs Costello’s arm and looks for an irish whip but Costello uses his power to reverse and pull Sparkz towards him….

JK: Flapjack!

Costello lifts Sparkz up and drops him throat-first across the top rope, before pulling him into the middle of the ring and nailing a reverse DDT………………………..1………………………..2………………shoulder up. Costello bangs the mat in frustration before he rolls out of the ring and begins to walk around towards the announce area…

JK: What is Costello doing out here with us?

DF: Beats me….

JK: What sense does that make?

The crowd boo as Costello scares a few production members out of his way and then grabs a vacant steel chair. He heads back towards the ring and he climbs up onto the apron….

DF: Costello destined to get himself disqualified here if he goes through with this….

CRACK!

The crowd roar as Sparkz is up and he runs forwards, landing with a flying dropkick that clatters the chair against the shoulder of Costello and sends him flying off the apron. Sparkz gets up and he breathes deeply before motioning a belt around his waist, drawing big cheers once again.

JK: Sparkz seems to be gaining a second wind here…

DF: Exactly what these fans want to see….exactly what Sparkz needs….INCOMING!

JK: That is what matches like these are made for….standout moments just like that!

Sparkz gives a signal to the crowd and then runs off the opposite ropes, returning and then suicide diving through the middle ropes, clattering into Costello on the outside and crashing him back into the announce desk. Sparkz gets up and he bangs his hands on the top of the table, working the crowd into a frenzy, before dragging Costello up and running him back to the ring, throwing him under the bottom rope.


DF: This is a big shot for Jason Sparkz here…..he has the momentum on his side…

JK: Best time to take advantage…

Costello is just staggering back up to his feet as Sparkz springboards over the top rope and wipes his opponent out with a flying heel kick. Sparkz then rolls back onto his feet and he leaps up onto the top rope….

DF: Sparkz lining it up…LIGHTNING STRIKE!

The knees of Vincent Costello come to the rescue this time, as he drives them right up into the midsection of Sparkz as he comes down from the top. Sparkz rolls away in agony, leaving Costello ample time to recover from the onslaught.

JK: This is just the tale of two men who cannot get the better of their opposition…would you say that this is why they are the best EWF has to offer right now?

DF: Without a doubt…..these guys beat everyone put in front of them…..but when they get in there together, they both seem to be struggling….

Costello spits in anguish and then slowly begins to get back up onto his feet. Jason Sparkz is using the ropes to stand up and Vincent cracks hard hooks into the kidneys of his opponent before dragging him away into the centre of the ring and lifting him into a scoop slam. Costello rakes his foot across the face of Sparkz before backing into the corner and lifting himself to the middle rope….

JK: Costello ready for launch…KERB STOMP!

Sparkz just avoids the crushing stomp to the head, and Costello staggers a little on the landing. Sparkz gets up to his feet and Costello lifts him to his shoulders….

DF: Death valley…

Sparkz rolls off the back and quickly takes down Costello with a running chopblock to the back of the knee, drawing cheers from the crowd. Sparkz then grabs the leg of his opponent and stomps on the back of it before twisting around and nailing a ferocious wishbone…

JK: Sparkz going after the leg……he smells blood in the water….

DF: You take Costello’s legs away from him, with still forty minutes on the clock then he is in very big trouble…

Costello rolls away in pain and tries to grab the ropes, only for Sparkz to grab his leg and pull him back to the middle of the ring. Costello turns on his back and he kicks out with both feet, connecting with the chest of Sparkz and sending him into a backwards roll. They both get back up and Costello looks for a stomp to the midsection but Sparkz catches his leg and then lashes a hard kick to his standing knee, taking him completely off his feet….

JK: Sharpshooter!

Costello wriggles and thrashes as he attempts to avoid the submission from being completely applied. Sparkz has his leg in place and is in the process of turning Costello over onto his stomach as Vincent pulls his left leg free and kicks out, connecting flush with the bridge of Sparkz’ nose, sending him staggering back into a seated position in the corner.

DF: That could have changed the dimensions in this one….

JK: Sparkz is lucky that his nose didn’t just shatter….

Costello slaps the feeling back into his knee and then gets back to his feet, charging into the corner and landing with a thunderous knee to the face of Sparkz. He then drags Sparkz out of the corner by his foot and leaves him slumped on the deck as he heads to the corner and begins to climb, facing out towards the crowd….

DF: Costello has Sparkz in dreamland here…..great time to make a move….

JK: Now or never….VADER BOMB!

Costello pushes himself off the ropes into the aerial attack, only to eat knees right to the face as he comes out of the air. Costello staggers back, holding his jaw, as Sparkz stumbles back up onto his feet and dropkicks him in the back, sending him flailing across the middle ropes….

DF: We know what follows here…..

JK: Yes we do…dial ‘em up……….619!

Sparkz runs off the opposite ropes and returns into the energetic tiger feint kick, only for Costello to catch his legs before impact and he drags him through the ropes, catching him in midair and slamming him into a sitdown powerbomb………………………………………1………………………..2………….Sparkz just gets his shoulder up off the mat!

DF: Just when it looked like Sparkz was gaining an advantage, Costello pegs him right back…

JK:The story of this match so far, nobody able to gain full control…….

Costello gets up and wipes a bead of sweat from his head before pulling Sparkz to his feet and looks for another gutwrench but Sparkz spins out and nails an upwards knee strike that ploughs into the front of Costello’s mouth. Costello staggers into the corner and Sparkz chases him in, scoring with a monkey flip that sends his opponent crashing onto his back in the middle of the ring. Sparkz sits on the canvass, staring out at the cheering crowd, and then crawls back up to his feet and makes it over to the corner…

DF: Jason Sparkz has worked such an incredible opening for himself here….700 plus on their feet in the Coliseum……

JK: LIGHTENING….OH WOW!

Crowd: Holy (beep) x5

DF: Credit where credit is goddamn due….

Sparkz seems to be preparing for his patented frogsplash when Costello makes it back to his feet. Vincent bursts into the corner, up the ropes and executes an amazing top rope belly to belly throw that sends both competitors crashing down onto their backs in the middle of the ring. The noise in the arena is kicked up a notch and the referee has no choice but to begin a count….

JK: Both men are down from the impact….

DF: After that, they could be down for sometime….

The referee stands in the middle of both men and he makes his count loud for all to hear…….1………2……..3……..4……..Sparkz begins to crawl towards a corner for leverage to get up……………5…………………………6…………………Costello grabs the front of the referee’s trousers and pulls himself onto one knee…………………..7…………………8……………Sparkz is up in the corner and Costello gets to a vertical base to, chasing his opponent into the corner….

JK: Sparkz alive to it….

Sparkz drives his knees up, connecting with the jaw of Costello and knocking him back. Sparkz then lifts himself onto the ropes and he sunset flips over the top of his opponent…………………1………………………2…………….kickout from Costello!

DF: So close to breaking the deadlock…

JK: But how close are these guys, really?

DF: There is absolutely no way to tell…

Costello crawls back to his feet and Sparkz swings a roundhouse kick at him, only for Costello to catch the foot by his side and connects with a modified overhead throw. They both get back to their feet and Sparkz rushes forwards, only to be scooped up…

JK: OMER….

Sparkz performs two revolutions around the body of Costello and swings out into a one armed bulldog. He gets back to his feet and breathes deeply before running to the ropes and vaulting into the middle….

DF: LIONSAULT…

Costello rolls out of the way but Sparkz demonstrates his athleticism by landing on his feet and then he scores with a flash kick to the jaw as Costello gets back up. Sparkz runs into a springboard again…

JK: Take two….LIONSAULT!

The crowd cheer as this time Sparkz lands with the moonsault across the chest of Costello and makes the cover…
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DF: Got him….

JK: Foot on the ropes….foot on the ropes…

The crowd’s jubilation suddenly turns to disappointment as the referee signals to Sparkz that Costello’s right foot is resting on the bottom rope. Sparkz shakes his head in knowing disappointment and then begins to get back up….

JK: The first lionsault would have got a three count, but Costello made it closer it to the ropes on the second attempt and that made the difference…

DF: And still we await our first fall….

JK: These guys have put on one hell of a clinic so far…

Sparkz pulls Costello back up and he looks for an irish whip towards the corner, but Costello drops down to a knee and then pokes Sparkz in the eye as he tries to pull him back up.

DF: By any means necessary…

The crowd boo as Sparkz staggers away, temporarily blinded, and Costello follows up with a running club to the back of the head, sending Sparkz crashing into the turnbuckle. Costello then bounces Sparkz’ head off the top of the turnbuckle before lifting him up on the top rope…

JK: Precarious position for both of these superstars to be in…

Costello punches Sparkz in the back, really causing pain to the spine of the fan’s favourite. Costello then rakes his nails down the back of his opponent as he climbs up on the ropes aswell, lifting Sparkz’ arm over his shoulder…..

DF: Back suplex from the top and we should be looking at our first pinfall of the evening…..

JK: Should be, but I wouldn’t bank on anything….

Costello is about to stand up on the top rope with Sparkz when Sparkz begins to throw stiff back elbows into the face. Costello’s grip loosens and he sways off balance, eating three more elbows to the face that eventually cause him to drop down onto his back beneath the ropes….

DF: Costello could not withstand the barrage of elbows and now he is staring down the barrel of a gun….

JK: Jason Sparkz on the cusp….IMPLODING 450 SPLASH!

Crowd: That was awe-some x7

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DF: FOOT ON THE ROPES AGAIN!

JK: Damn….what does it take?....where is the breakthrough going to come from….

The fans are jumping up and down, anticipating a three count when Costello stretches his left foot out and places it on the bottom rope. Jason Sparkz just slumps on the canvass, in disbelief at what he has to do in order to make something happen in the match….

DF: I just don’t know what these guys have to do to each other to make a fall happen….

JK: They are so desperate to walk out of here tonight as the first ever EWF World Champion…..

DF: Heat is on for these guys…..

Sparkz is sitting on the mat, sweat streaming down his face as he contemplates his next move. Vincent Costello rolls out under the bottom rope to regain his senses, staggering over and resting against the ringside barrier.

JK: Look at the clock, Don…..still got 32:34 on the clock…..

DF: Heading towards the halfway point of this match and still we are tied at 0-0, this has been something spectacular to watch….

Jason Sparkz makes it back up to his feet and staggers over towards the ropes, gripping the top as he waits for Costello to move from the ringside barrier and then he launches…..

JK: CROSS LARIAT!

DF: BOOM!

Sparks comes flying through the air for a lariat, only for Costello to lift his boot up and catch Sparkz right in the face. Costello smiles as he looks down at the crumpled body of Sparkz and then rags him up, rushing him forwards and then launching him against the corner of the ringside barrier, causing Sparkz to flip upside down upon impact…

JK: That is sickening to see….

DF: Sparkz took a big risk and for me it really has not paid off….Costello getting out of jail there….

Costello spits down on his opponent and then staggers back to the ring before pulling himself back in, ordering the referee to begin counting…………………………….1……………………………2……………………..3…………Costello rests against the turnbuckle, re-charging his batteries…………………4…………………….5…………..6…..Jason Sparkz is holding the bottom of his back as he gets up and stumbles back towards the ring……………7………………….8...

JK: Race against time…

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DF: That could enough to force the issue…

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JK: Sparkz’ back is troubling him a little now….

DF: And Vincent Costello’s eyes will be locked right on target now…

Costello stomps down on the lower back of Sparkz before pulling him into the middle of the ring and drives his knee down into the spine. He tilts Sparkz’ body slightly, so that he is stretched across the knee and extending the pressure…

JK: Costello working to the back of his opponent and this a sound strategy….

DF: It most certainly is….when a match is so precariously balanced as this one, you have to make sure you can beat your opponent down into submission…

The referee is asking Sparkz if he wants to submit but he shakes his head and tries to wriggle free of Costello’s grip. He pulls himself away from Costello’s knee and spins around into a sitting position before Costello gets back up and grabs his legs, pulling him back to the middle…

JK: Costello is relentless right now….

Sparkz arches his back and lifts himself off the mat, grabbing Costello by the head and launching him over his own head onto the mat. They both scramble back to their feet and Sparkz looks for a buzzsaw kick but Costello ducks it and grabs Sparkz by the shoulder, running him forwards and throwing him through the ropes, straight into the ringpost…

DF: That will slow you right down…..

JK: Jason Sparkz could have seriously injured himself here….

Sparkz crunches into the steel and then staggers back out, only for Costello to scoop him up on his shoulders and nail a shoulderbreaker and covers……………………………….1………………………….2…………………shoulder up from Sparkz. Costello looks at the referee and shouts “cmon on” but the official tells him it is a two and to get on with the mat. Vincent pulls Sparkz up and attempts to spin him into a pumphandle slam…..

DF: Sparkz just does not stay still long enough for Costello to get a proper handle on him….

Sparkz drags himself off the back of Costello and then kicks him in the stomach as he turns around, this time he connects with a twist of fate. Both men lay motionless on the canvass as the crowd will Sparkz to find the energy to get up…

JK: I don’t know if either of these men have the energy to keep slogging the way they have been…

DF: That is the true test of the Iron Man….because we are now thirty minutes in and there is still another thirty to go. Your bound to be tired, so now it is about who can work within their limits to secure something spectacular…

Jason Sparkz bangs his elbows on the canvass as he wills himself to get back to his feet. He turns on his stomach and grabs the ropes, pulling himself to a standing position in the corner. Vincent Costello gets back to his feet in the centre of the ring and Sparkz runs out at him, looking for a big boot…

JK: Costello caught the foot…

Costello catches Sparkz’ foot and the crowd boo before he spins Sparkz around and floors him with a running clothesline. Sparkz gets back up and he eats a second clothesline before staggering up and he is lifted onto the shoulders of Vincent, who runs him into the corner and drops him for a little snake eyes on the turnbuckle….

DF: Sparkz all over the place right now…

Sparkz staggers away from the corner and down on one knee as Costello runs off the opposite ropes and comes charging back, planting his knee right into the temple of his opponent….sending Sparkz rolling under the bottom rope to safety…

JK: Sparkz could be out cold from that….

Jason Sparkz is flat on his back on the outside as Costello looks down at him and then orders the referee to start counting…………………….1…………………………..2………………………….3……………..Sparkz coughs and splutters but cannot find the energy to get to his feet………………..4……………………….5……………………6…………..Costello smiles down from the ropes as he watches Sparkz struggling……7

DF: Costello could be about to score the first fall…

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JK: And this war rages on…

Both men trade blows on the outside before Costello scores with a heavy knee to the midsection and then attempts to whip Sparkz into the steel steps. Sparkz leaps up onto the top and over the other side, before turning and dropkicking the steel into the kneecaps of the onrushing Costello.

DF: Game-changer perhaps….

Costello writhes in pain on the floor and crawls towards the ringside barrier to rest against as Sparkz eyes him up and then sprints forwards, nailing a rolling senton cannonball against the steel.

JK: Sparkz showing complete disregard for his own body there….

DF: He wants to be the world champion, no time for waiting around…

Sparkz holds the bottom of his back as he stumbles up and makes his way back to the ring, pulling himself onto the apron and back through the middle rope. The referee’s count reaches six as Costello is back up and pulls himself up on the apron…..

JK: Sparkz looking to quicken things up…

DF: Mistake….

Sparkz grabs Costello’s head in an attempt to suplex him back into the ring, but Vincent drops down and guillotines his opponent across the top rope and sends him sprawling across the ring. Costello then climbs up onto the top rope and waits for Sparkz to turn around….

JK: Flying shoulder tackle….wouldn’t be amiss in the NFL with blocking capabilities like that…..

DF: Costello stealing a march once more….

Costello gets back to his feet and he drags Sparkz up and sends him off the ropes with an irish whip before spinning him around as he comes back…

JK: OMERTA!

Sparkz drops out the back and he flash kicks Costello in the back of the head, sending him staggering forwards and draping him across the middle rope. Sparkz then gives the crowd a signal as he charges off the opposite ropes and comes back….

DF: 619!

JK: This is Sparkz on the high roller…

The tiger feint kick sends Costello rolling back into the middle of the ring and Sparkz grips the top rope, ready to fly through the air….

DF: SUPER FOREARM!

The crowd watch on in anticipation as Sparkz comes flying through the air for a springboard forearm (ala AJ Styles) but Costello ducks at the last moment and leaves the referee to take the full brunt of the move to the face, knocking him backwards through the ropes to the outside of the ring. Jason Sparkz and the crowd are stunned by what has just happened and then he turns around….

JK: OMERTA!

There are boos from all over as Costello spins his opponent around and then destroys him into the canvass with the black hole slam before hooking both legs…
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DF: No referee to make this count a reality….

JK: Vincent Costello is going to be one unhappy customer….

DF: Nothing anyone can do about that…..the referee took a serious shot to the mouth….

The referee is motionless on the outside as Costello kneels ontop of Sparkz and begins to pound down with sickening punches. The crowd boo as Costello eventually stands up and he stares around the Coliseum, a bitter and angry look on his face….

JK: Costello knows he should have a point on the board…

DF: The way this match is going I wouldn’t have bet on the “Omerta” getting the three count anyway…

Costello smirks as he slowly circles Jason Sparkz, waiting for him to get back up onto his feet. Sparkz is groggy and in some pain as he slowly gets back to a vertical base and then turns into the grasp of his opponent….

JK: A second one….OMERT…

Sparkz elbows his way out of the grip of his opponent and then drops him with a superkick right on the jaw as he turns around.Sparkz looks around at the crowd, who are cheering him on, and then makes his way over to the ropes, climbing his way to the top of the turnbuckle….

DF: Sparkz is about to launch himself into orbit…..

JK: Frogsplash imminent…..

Sparkz looks down at the referee on the outside and seems to be struck by a slight twinge of guilt, allowing Costello to get back to his feet and rock a hard right hook the jaw of Costello, dropping him to a seated position atop the ropes. Costello then climbs up and he lashes hard chops into the chest of his opponent before pulling him into a front facelock….

DF: That is a long way down, and a superplex hurts anyways, but after almost 40 minutes I can assure you it feels like you just got hit by a car….

JK: These superstars about to feel that impact….Superplex on the horizon….

Costello stands up on the top rope with Sparkz and looks to lift him off into the superplex but Sparkz nails a sharp knee to the ribs out of nowhere and then lifts Costello off his feet…

DF: What the….OH MY GOD!

JK: POWERBOMB FROM THE TOP ROPE!

DF: He calls that the “thunderbolt” and boy he is not lying……….Vincent Costello just got drilled…

JK: Costello is done for here….he’s out….

DF: I dare you to find any superstar that can take that kind of impact and get back up….

Costello is flat on his back in the middle of the ring, his eyes closed completely. Jason Sparkz is on his knees, coming to the terms with the impact he has just caused and then crawls across, draping an arm across Costello’s chest…
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JK: There is still no referee…..

DF: So now we should be tied at 1-1, things back to even whichever way you look at it….

Jason Sparkz just looks around the ring in dismay as he realises that a count is not forthcoming. He raises his arm in the air and signals towards the stage for a second referee, but no official is forthcoming. Sparkz then rolls out of the ring and does his best to revive the referee on the outside….

JK: That referee took a full force forearm to the face….he is not a trained athlete….

DF: Oh the ref is dazed as hell and he is going to need at least another five to get himself straight, at least Sparkz has managed to rouse him slightly…

The referee’s eyes are open but he continues to slump against the steel steps, un-cooperative. Sparkz looks annoyed as he pulls himself back into the ring and makes his way over towards Costello, who is still motionless on the canvass….

JK: Sparkz is just going to have to suck it up….do as much damage to his opponent until the referee wakes up….then he can score a decisive fall….

DF: Aslong as Sparkz does not let frustration take over he should be absolutely fine….

JK: OH CMON….That is blatant…

The boos ring out from all over as Sparkz attempts to pick Costello up, only to receive a thunderous low-blow that drops him down on the canvass next to his opponent. Both men are slumped on the deck, unable to move in the slightest to get themselves back up….

JK: A blatant low-blow by Vincent Costello right there, that should have been 2-1 now to Jason Sparkz if we are counting….

DF: And yet it remains 0-0 because the referee is down and out….looking at the clock and we have approximately 21 minutes and 5 seconds remaining in this contest…

JK: A tremendous effort from both men so far but we are now entering the championship stage….whoever can step it up a gear in the next twenty minutes will be the first ever EWF Champion…

Costello’s eyes are barely open as he stretches out his hands and begins to claw his way towards the ropes. He eventually makes his way back up to his feet and he grabs Sparkz by the scruff of the neck, chucking him through the ropes to the outside of the ring…

DF: Costello under no restraints whilst the referee is out cold….

JK: Just how he likes it…

Costello climbs out after Sparkz and he begins to pull the covers off the announce table. He holds the cover in his hand then slams it down ontop of Sparkz’ back before pulling one of the camera cords up and wrapping it around Sparkz’ throat….

JK: Should I be keeping count here….because this is a disqualification, and that would make it 3-1….

DF: Yep, but still we don’t have any falls to count….

Sparkz’ face is turning from red to purple as he struggles to pull the cord away from his windpipe. Costello is really digging the cord in deep before he uses his control to drive Sparkz face-first against the table. The crowd boo as Costello drags a monitor out of the table and runs his hand along it…..BOOM!

JK: That will change the complexion of any match…

DF: And then some….

Sparkz is motionless across the table as Costello throws the monitor on the ground and then climbs up onto the table. He mocks the crowd and beckons their boos before grabbing Sparkz by the head and dragging him up, placing his head between his legs…

JK: Wake up ref….you need to watch this because Costello should be disqualified….

DF: The referee ain’t seeing nothing….LOOKOUT HERE!

JK: POWERBOMB…..OH MY GOD!

DF: UNBELIEVABLE!

Crowd: Holy (beep) x10

JK: Broken in half…..

The whole Coliseum is on its feet as the cameras pan right in on the scene of devastation, Costello and Jason Sparkz spread out in the wreckage of the table. The instant replays document the moment when Sparkz is flipped up for the powerbomb, only to counter into a standing dragonrana that slams himself and Costello straight through the table…

DF: An act of pure desperation from Jason Sparkz has just turned this match on its head once more….

JK: Costello thought he was getting one over on the system, taking matters into his own hands whilst the referee was down….but Jason Sparkz had an answer for him, he has just wiped Costello out….

DF: This is insane…

Crowd: E-Dub-F x7

JK: These men putting their bodies on the line, all in the effort of becoming the EWF World Champion…

DF: This is exactly what you want to see from your main tier….if there is no desire then you do not belong…

Sparkz is holding his right leg as he drags himself towards the ring and grabs ahold of the apron. He pulls the tarp and slips as he steadies his feet and finally manages to stand up straight, rolling back into the ring. Vincent Costello has a trickle of blood down the side of his cheek as he begins to crawl back towards the ring as well….

JK: The referee is still down…..we have just over seventeen minutes remaining and we are still not off the mark…

Jason Sparkz is up in the ring and he is trying to indicate for another referee to come out from the backstage area as Costello rolls back in on the other side, a steel chair in his hands….

DF: Looks like Costello came to party….

JK: Sparkz needs to be careful right now…..

DF: STRIKE THREE!

Costello swings with all his might but Sparkz ducks the blow, sending the chair crashing against the top of the ringpost. Sparkz quickly runs off the ropes and he flies back with an impressive crossbody takedown. The crowd are roaring as Sparkz welcomes Costello back up and ducks a clothesline before nailing a back suplex that cracks the back of Costello’s head off the steel chair…

JK: Costello’s lights just got dimmed….

DF: He flailing….anklelock!

*Crowd cheer

JK: Right in the middle of the ring…..

The crowd are on their feet as Costello screams out in pain, under severe pressure from the anklelock submission. He tries desperately to crawl for the ropes, but every time he gets within touching distance he is dragged back by his opponent, who turns the appendage at a sickening angle…

DF: Costello’s ankle could snap at any moment…..he has to tap out….

JK: There is nowhere for him to run to….

Costello’s face is etched in pain and he yells loudly, clawing at his own head in an attempt to withstand the agony. He rakes his hand along the floor and desperately rushes back to the ropes….he outstretches his hand and grasps at the bottom rope, only to be dragged back into centre of the ring by Sparkz, who promptly leg vines the free leg of Costello, dropping down on the canvass behind him…

DF: Now there is nowhere for Costello to go, he’s trapped…

JK: HE’S TAPPING OUT!

The crowd are in jubilation as Costello taps his hand to the mat as the clocked reaches 15 minutes and 32 seconds, but still there is no referee to make the all official. Sparkz continues to twist the ankle at a sickening angle but Costello’s tap outs cease to be as he slumps on the canvass in a state of unconsciousness. Sparkz releases the hold and looks deeply agitated with the situation…

DF:I know we are a company on our first event but cmon this is ridiculous….we need another referee out here…

Some medics appear on the stage and they come down to check on the referee who is still immobile on the outside. They check him over and discover a deep cut behind his left ear, helping him up and beginning to move him towards the rampway and out of the arena. A second referee then appears on the stage…

JK:About time….someone should have been down here a lot earlier to check on that official…

DF: Did you know he had that injury?

JK: I had no idea….

The crowd cheer as the second referee comes bustling down to the ring and rolls inside. Jason Sparkz has a stern conversation with the official before letting Vincent Costello get back up and he kicks him in the stomach before pulling him into place….

DF: STYLES CLASH!

Costello swipes Sparkz’ feet at the last moment and he holds him in place before slingshotting him, sending him crashing head-first into the corner. Sparkz, somehow, lands on the second rope though and then vaults onto the top before floating back…

JK: B.M.E!

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DF: I thought that was finally going to be a scoring decision….

JK: We came so close….

Sparkz holds his head in his hands as he gets back up in dismay. He breathes deeply, his chest heaving in and out, and then he drags Costello back up to his feet and lifts him onto his shoulders…

DF: Go to sleep…

Costello catches Sparkz’ knee as he comes down out of the air and he spins him around before kicking him in the stomach and flipping him into the air for a powerbomb, only for Sparkz to roll down the back……………………..1……………………………………2…………………shoulder up!

JK: Costello just cannot control Jason Sparkz….

CRACK!

DF: You were saying…

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Rick Ambrose: The score of the first fall……as a result of a disqualification…………………Jason Sparkz!

*Crowd pop

JK: What the hell did he do that for?

DF: Costello might have just made the smartest choice he could ever have done…like him or not this is genius….

JK: Go figure…

DF: He loses a fall…..and now is in the driver’s seat….look at that…

The crowd boo as they realise what Vincent Costello’s gameplan really was. He grins as the referee berates him and then throws the steel chair from the ring, looking down at the bloodied face of Jason Sparkz and drops down to hook both of his legs…

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Ambrose: The winner of the second fall…..via pinfall……Vincent Costello!

JK: This is sick….

DF: Call it how you see it….and this is as smart as I have seen anyone perform in the last two days….we are now tied at 1-1 with less than fifteen minutes on the clock….Sparkz bleeding like a stuffed pig, Costello is in control….

JK: I can’t believe this….

The boos grow louder and louder as Costello looks at his bloodied hand, before smearing it in an “X” across his chest. He smiles as he kneels down over Sparkz and begins to pummel him, sending blood splattering in all directions…

DF: This really is turning into chaos now…

JK: Stop this ref…

The referee administers his five count but Costello breaks on four and stands back up. Sparkz is barely even able to get to his knees as Costello wallops him with a crunching kick to the ribcage before dragging him up and hauling him into the corner. He rattles off with more rights and lefts before stomping the midsection…

DF: This is just a mugging now….Sparkz has lost so much blood…

JK: But you know, whilst there is breath in his body he is going to keep on fighting….

The referee intervenes again and he warns Costello about his conduct, only to be laughed off by the New Yorker. Costello then grabs Sparkz’ arm and he whips him to the opposite corner with such ferocity that Sparkz hits the turnbuckle and spins over the top, landing hard on the apron and dropping down to the outside.

JK: Jason Sparkz has brought such a tremendous fighting spirit to this competition….setting it alight with breath-taking displays, it seems wrong to watch him struggling now…

Costello ignores the referee’s pleas to stay inside the ring and he climbs out onto the apron before dropping to the floor. He pulls Sparkz up off his feet with ease and he pushes him head-first into ringpost, opening up the cut on his head even more…

JK: Disqualify him referee…

DF: But Costello didn’t physically use the ringpost….

JK: He intended on causing that kind of damage…

DF: I agree, but it does not warrant a disqualification…

Sparkz slumps down, bleeding profusely now from his face and dripping down onto his chest. Costello then drags him up and dumps him back inside the ring, slowly following him with a sinister expression on his eyes. Sparkz uses the ropes to pull himself back up and he blindly swings punches, missing by a distance, and allowing Costello to run in and floor him with a brutal clothesline. Costello stomps down on top of Sparkz’ head before backing away and beginning to climb up onto the top rope….

JK: We saw Costello go high risk earlier….

DF: And that did not pan out for him in the slightest….

JK: Will second time be a charm……..FLYING HEADBUTT!

Costello comes soaring through the air, only for Sparkz to drive his knees up into the prone face of Costello and send him scattering on agony across the canvass. The crowd are banging their hands against the railings and willing Sparkz to get up and capitalise….

DF: Sparkz managing to somehow change the perspective just slightly….he is bleeding, he is in a bad,bad way but he is fighting…like a true warrior….

JK:And one more decision could be enough to send him home as the first ever EWF Champion…

Costello’s nose is dripping blood as he staggers back up to his feet and he is immediately scooped onto the shoulders of Sparkz, who twirls him around….

DF: GTS!

The knee connects this time, spraying more blood from the nose of Costello and leaving him slumped on the canvass. Sparkz collapses on top of him….
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JK: 2-1….

DF: He found the ropes….somehow Costello found the ropes….

JK: Blood loss affecting the thought process of Jason Sparkz there, he should have known better to pull his opponent away…

DF: At this stage of a match like this, that is the last thing going through your mind…

Sparkz, on jelly legs, gets back to his feet and seems to draw upon the energy of the crowd as he pulls Costello up and lifts him into a vertical suplex. He swivels his hips and summons every last ounce of strength to drag Costello up for a second time and connect with another suplex…..the crowd will Sparkz on as he digs deeper than ever before and succeeds in pulling Costello upright for a third time…

JK: THREE AMIGOS!

DF: THWARTED!

JK: Big trouble now….

Costello manages to float over the back of his opponent before the third suplex can be administered and he quickly locks his arms around the throat of Sparkz, applying a perfect sleeper hold. The crowd boo and watch on with anxiety written all over their faces as Sparkz flails in an attempt to break free…

DF: Jason Sparkz is teetering on the edge here….his hopes and dreams of being a world champion are hanging in the balance….

JK: This really is a turning point in this match….Sparkz has lost so much blood and Costello’s grip is tightening…..

Sparkz is kicking his feet and desperately trying to pull himself free of Costello’s grip, but he is having no success. He begins to succumb to the pain and drops down onto his knees, where Costello leans over him and ups the pressure even more. The blood streams from Sparkz’ head all over the forearms of Vincent Costello and onto the mat…..

DF: Vincent Costello can smell the gold….he is so close to claiming that prize…

JK: We are entering the final ten minutes of what has been an incredible match…the end of an amazing journey….but who is going to cross the finishing line first?

DF: Vincent Costello is in prime position…

The referee and the crowd look concerned for Sparkz as the blood is now freely flowing down onto the canvass, Costello’s arms wrapped as tightly as possible around his throat. Sparkz’ eyes are drooping and the official moves in….

JK: This is probably going to be all she wrote…

The referee grabs ahold of Jason Sparkz’ arm and then he lifts it into the air..
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DF: Three times and the bell rings…

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JK: With just under ten minutes on the clock, a big decision here could finish this….
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JK: SPARKZ IS FIGHTING IT!

*Crowd cheer

DF: This truly is an inspirational moment….

The crowd are bouncing as Jason Sparkz’ arm flies into the air and he begins to shake, using all his effort to get back up. Vincent Costello’s face is etched with frustration and shock as Sparkz begins to push himself back up to his feet….

JK: I can’t believe we are seeing this….Jason Sparkz showing just how much this means….

DF: After everything we’ve seen over the last two days……and still these men are finding the energy to put on this masterpiece…

Costello is doing everything he can to keep Sparkz grounded, but his momentum is helping him to get back to his feet. He manages to duck his body under the armpit of Costello and lands with stiff elbows to the ribcage, breaking Vincent’s grip around his throat.

JK: Sparkz really is an amazing competitor….

Costello doubles up in pain, winded from the onslaught and allows Sparkz to springboard onto the ropes, over the back of Costello into a sunset flip pinning combo……………………..1……………………………..2……………..Costello just kicks out. They both stagger back up and Sparkz looks for a kick to the midsection but Costello catches his foot and performs a dragon screw takedown…

DF: Sharpshooter!

Sparkz thrashes around, doing everything he can to avoid the submission and then he leans up, grabbing Costello by the head and pulling him down into a small package………………………..1………………………2…………….kickout from the Hell’s Kitchen native. They scramble back up and Costello looks for a discus punch but Sparkz ducks under it and charges off the ropes before sprinting back…

JK:OMERTA!

DF: BOOM….TALK ABOUT MAKING A STATEMENT!

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JK: Astonishing to see……with just eight minutes remaining on the clock Vincent Costello has taken a 2-1 lead…..can you believe it….

DF: It was always going to come down to one mistake, or one moment of magic…..Costello has worn down Sparkz to the point where he was able to predict his movements and put him down for three count…

JK: After such an incredible effort by Jason Sparkz, his dreams have been seriously rocked on the final hurdle…

Rick Ambrose: The winner of the third fall via pinfall………Vincent Costello!

DF: I told you earlier on that Costello may have took a risk by hitting Sparkz with that steel chair, but it is a risk that has seriously paid dividends now…..Costello is so close to becoming the first ever EWF Champion…

JK: Only seven a half minutes remain….now rest periods……Jason Sparkz in big trouble…

Vincent Costello smiles as he kneels over Sparkz, breathing in the boos from the crowd. He then drops down and hooks the leg again…

DF: Sparkz is out of it completely….should be another point on the board for Costello….

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JK: Sparkz fighting for his life here…

DF: The world championship fading away from his aspirations though….unless Jason Sparkz can pull off a minor miracle, then we are crowning Vincent Costello as the world champion tonight….

Vincent Costello looks at the crowd with a triumphant smirk and then gets back up to his feet. He paces around the ring with a smile and then begins to stomp down on Sparkz with real aggression.

JK: Costello has really metamorphosed throughout this tournament….he is now such an accomplished ring technician…

DF: Both of these guys have come so far in a short space of time….

Costello lifts Sparkz up and lands hard crossface punches to the face of Sparkz before dragging him up and holding him against the top rope. The crowd are booing as Costello holds Sparkz’ bloodied face up and points at it…

Costello: Is this the face of your hero?.....look what I have done to him, look how he pales in significance to me….

JK: Costello really rubbing salt in the wound now….

Jason Sparkz throws elbows back into the ribcage of his opponent but Costello fires back with hard shots across the base of the spine before spinning Sparkz around and running him forwards, throwing him over the top rope and causing him to land hard on the bottom of his back…

DF: Costello just eating away the clock now….he knows how close he is…

JK: Smart tactics from Costello….he is in no danger of losing a fall with Sparkz outside the ring…

The referee begins to count but Costello isn’t wasting any time, climbing out of the ring to join his opponent. He pulls Sparkz up and rams him back into the ringside barrier before pulling him forwards and throwing him against the ring apron. Sparkz holds his back in pain as Costello lifts him into a bearhug position and then charges him backwards into the ringpost….

JK: Vincent Costello has suddenly erupted in a violent fury here….

DF: He wants to make sure Sparkz has no chance of making a comeback….

Sparkz falls forwards and then drops down to his knees, allowing Costello to kick him right in the back of the head. Costello then rolls into the ring and back out again to break the referee’s count, which had reached seven. Costello then pulls the steel steps away from the ring juncture and he drags Sparkz up before lifting him into a suplex….

JK: Sparkz’ back is taking a severe beating now….

Sparkz floats over the shoulder of Costello and then lifts him up, dropping his knee right across the steel. Costello lets out a cry of pain as Sparkz picks up the leg again and lashes it against the ringpost, causing Costello to drop down in agony.Sparkz then lifts Costello’s leg up off the ground and slams it down into the steel steps again….

DF: Jason Sparkz is back from the brink, I don’t know how this kid is doing it but he is fighting with by god every morsel he possesses….

The referee gives Sparkz a warning as his count reaches five, and Sparkz picks Costello up and dumps him back into the ring. Vincent is holding his knee as he tries to get back up and Sparkz climbs back up onto the apron….

JK: Sparkz needs to pull something off and quickly….because there is no stopping that clock…

DF: Oh Costello just stopped all momentum…

Costello is back up and he slams his shoulder through the middle rope, catching Sparkz straight in the stomach. He then lifts Sparkz’ arm over his shoulder and lifts him over the top rope into a suplex position…

JK:JACKHAMMER!

Costello staggers back and his knee twinges, causing him to drop down ontop of Sparkz for a half-hearted jackhammer. The crowd boo him as he staggers back up, rakes his boot across Sparkz’ face and makes his way to the corner….he lifts himself up onto the second rope and then raises his arms in the air….

DF: We have just around five minutes in play…..Costello about to end it all….

JK:KERB STOMP!

Costello tucks his knees up under his chin as he leaps off the ropes, propelling down for the destructive double foot stomp but Sparkz rolls out of the way at the last moment and Costello slams into the canvass, his knee giving way on impact…

DF: The knew just blew….it completely gave out…

JK: My god Costello’s leg has given up the fight with just four and a half minutes left on the clock….

Costello clutches his knee and serious pain is painted all across his face as Jason Sparkz runs off the ropes, returning with a flying low hesitation dropkick to the injured knee, flipping Costello 360 in the air….the crowd are on their feet as Sparkz runs off the ropes again and returns with a flying chopblock to the back of the knee as Costello tries to scramble to safety….

DF: I didn’t think Sparkz had anything left….

JK: None of us did…but the injured knee has opened up the slightest of cracks in the armoury of Vincent Costello…

DF: ANKLELOCK WITH THE KNEE VINE!

JK: LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!

Every fan in attendance is on their feet as Sparkz pulls Costello into the middle of the ring, stopping him from making the ropes, and immediately twists his ankle into a sickening submission hold. Costello screams out in pain and tries to scramble back towards the ropes but Sparkz holds tight and then drops down, locking his legs around the injured knee of Costello, turning up the pressure even more…

JK: This is insane….submission applied….three minutes, fifty five seconds to play….

DF: I really just cannot see Vincent Costello hanging on…..the pain has to be killing him…

JK: Costello’s dream of being a world champion hang in the balance….Jason Sparkz desperately trying to claw his way back into contention…

Costello’s screams cannot be heard over the roars of the crowd as he desperately tries to reach for the ropes, but is unable to move due to Sparkz’ knee vine. Blood is streaming down Sparkz’ face, dripping down onto the canvass as he turns the ankle of his opponent at a hideous ankle, tipping him to breaking point….

DF: There is no way he can withstand this…..he’s done for….

JK: Costello knows that if he quits his advantage is gone….he knows how close he is…

Costello is clawing at his head, shaking and screaming “NO” as the referee asks him if he wants to give up. Sparkz is pulling on the leg even more, doing everything he can to make his opponent tap out but Costello is so unwilling to give up on his aim to be world champion…

DF: The clock is ticking….the time is disappearing….Costello cannot surely not hang on….

JK: Costello’s going to tap….surely he is going to tap….

Costello is still shaking his head, spitting across the canvass and pulling at his own hair as he tries to withstand the agony he is suffering. The crowd are willing Sparkz to squeeze even harder, twisting the ankle to the edge of snapping…

JK: HE TAPPED……HE TAPPED OUT!

DF: I don’t believe it……2 minutes and 12 seconds remain on the clock…..Jason Sparkz has tied us up…

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen the winner of the fourth fall….via submission………Jason Sparkz!

*Crowd pop

JK: The race is now on…..can someone find that winning combination, can someone do the unthinkable…

DF: Vincent Costello’s ankle may be broken….so all eyes on Jason Sparkz….get up kid, this is your shot…

The crowd are going insane as the Sparkz claws and scratches his way across the canvass, desperately trying to get to the ropes. His face is covered in blood as he seizes ahold of the turnbuckle and begins to drag himself back up. He rests his face the turnbuckle and looks out at the crowd, before beginning to make the climb towards the top….

JK: Sparkz knows that now is his moment….this is what he has dreamed of his entire life….

DF: This is it….he’s on high, world at his feet….LIGHTNING STRIKE!

Costello is back up, his ankle twists on him and he falls forwards into the ropes, causing Sparkz to land in a crotched position. The crowd groan as Costello somehow gets back up and he rams his fist into the face of Sparkz and then lifts him off the ropes….

JK: Amazing strength….so late in the day….

DF: MUSCLEBUSTER!

JK: I don’t believe it…

The clock is just entering inside the final minute as Costello plants Jason Sparkz with a thunderous musclebuster and he hooks both legs with a huge smile upon his face…
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DF: Got him…..he got him….

JK: HE KICKED OUT….LISTEN TO THE NOISE IN THIS ARENA….JASON SPARKZ JUST KICKED OUT!

Crowd: Ja-son Spar-kz x10

DF: This defies belief….

JK: These two men have fought for everything…..every last ounce of blood, sweat and tears has gone into becoming the EWF World Champion…

Costello looks absolutely shattered as the referee signals for the two count. He slams his hand against the mat in anger and reaches inside his tights, only to remember that the referee removed the brass knucks from him before we began. He searches around the ring for something to assist him and then up at the clock…

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DF: Costello needs to act fast….it is now or never…

JK: We are in the bottom of the ninth here…time to toss up a hailmary….

Costello staggers up on his bad ankle and he begins to untie the cover around the top of the turnbuckle, exposing the steel underneath. The crowd boo furiously as he raps his knuckles against the steel, nods his head in satisfaction and then he drags Sparkz up to his feet and rushes him forwards….

DF: Costello doing whatever it takes….

JK: BACKFIRED!

*Crowd erupt

Sparkz spins out of Costello’s grasp at the last moment and he sends Vincent crashing face-first into the exposed steel. Costello staggers back around and Sparkz springboards onto the ropes….

DF: Disaster kick!

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JK: Last roll of dice……

DF: There’s no time…..

The crowd are full of anticipation as Sparkz grabs the turnbuckle and summons all his energy to leap up onto the top rope. He wastes no time in pandering to the fans as he leaps off into the picture perfect five star frogsplash….

JK: He nailed it……THIS IS THE STUFF FAIRYTALES ARE MADE OF!

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DF: He’s not going to make it….

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DF: OUT OF TIME!

Ding ding ding

JK: What happened….did he get him?.....what’s the official word on this…

The crowd are cheering, jumping up and down and the referee’s hand comes down for three and the buzzer goes off. There is confusion in the crowd as the official has a word with Rick Ambrose.

DF: I just don’t know if the pin was completed in time or not…..

JK: If not then we are tied at 2-2 and we are going to need overtime…what a match….

DF: Sensational….

Rick Ambrose steps away from the referee and nods his head in understanding before taking his mic and beginning to address the audience.

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen…………the winner of the fifth fall…

JK: YES!

Rick Ambrose: Via pinfall……therefore winning this bout at a score of 3-2…………………and NEW EWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…………….JAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN SPAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKKZZZZZZZZZZZ!

DF: He did it….

JK: By god he did it………..what a moment this is……….what an historic event…….Jason Sparkz, through hell and high water, has overcome the odds and he is the first ever EWF World Champion…

DF: Best match I have ever seen, and that is being deadly serious…..these two guys put on an absolute clinic….it could have gone either way, it was back and forth….there was no way of calling it….they both brought their A games and I feel honoured to have sat ringside for that fight….

JK: That will go down in history, wrestling folklore as a five star classic….Vincent Costello and Jason Sparkz can be damn proud of what they achieved tonight….even in defeat, Costello was amazing and he came so close…

DF: He was up by 2-1 with only three minutes on the clock….that is how quickly this all changed around….it didn’t even seem possible…

*Every fan in attendance is on their feet as “Lose Yourself” is blasting out of the speakers, and thousands of dollars worth of fireworks erupt into the air. Jason Sparkz is kneeling in the middle of the ring, his face covered in blood with tears in his eyes as the referee raises his arm and declares him the winner. Vincent Costello is on the outside, slumped against the ringside barrier, looking worse for wear.

JK: Costello showed that he can compete at the highest level and he will be back, that much is sure. He will come hunting for that world championship with a vengeance because he knows that this could have been a different story on a different day….

DF: Plus these men aren’t likely to go through a schedule like that anytime in a hurry….they wrestled five matches each in the last forty eight hours, that is incredible…..they have put their mind, body and souls through physical and mental torture….all in an attempt to be crowned the first ever EWF Champion…

JK: What we have witnessed over the last two days has been majestic….every single man on this roster has made this possible, the fans, the production team…an amazing effort and it has damn well paid off….if there was any worries that EWF wouldn’t be on the map after this, then you can forget them now….we have arrived with a bang….we are making waves tonight and you can bet your a55 they are going to be talking about this for a long time…

DF: We made our mark tonight and this is just the beginning….we are just getting started…..believe me when I say that we are only going to get bigger and better….

JK: I’ll second that, and with a man like Jason Sparkz leading the way…..the sky really is the limit…..the embodiment of heart and spirit, this is such a well deserved moment for him……….congratulations Sparkz, you earned it all tonight….

*The crowd roar as Daniel Magnusson comes walking down to the ring, a massive smile upon his face, and he joins the crowd in applauding what has just been witnessed. He then walks around the ring and he unlocks the cabinet with the EWF Championship inside before climbing up the steel steps and into the ring. Jason Sparkz is slowly getting back to his feet and he stares at the belt in wonderment.

DF: This is it….this is your night kid…..you did it….

*The crowd roar as Daniel Magnusson shakes Jason Sparkz’ hand and then passes him the EWF World Championship. Sparkz stares at the belt for a moment, in amazement, a tear dropping from his eye before he kisses it and then raises it up over his head, drawing the biggest cheers of the night from the crowd.

JK: He came through so much to make this possible….he overcame every obstacle put in his way….Jason Sparkz has climbed to the top of the mountain tonight…..this is his night, this is his crowning glory……Jason Sparkz….world champion!

DF: There is nothing else to say……well done Sparkz, you truly are a superstar…

Sparkz places the belt over his shoulder and then goes to all four turnbuckles in turn, hoisting the championship over his head as he basks in the glory of celebration. More pyrotechnics erupt all around as massive chants of “Jason Sparkz” and “E-dub-f” run through the airwaves.

JK: Ladies and gentlemen we are out of time….thank you so much for joining us for what has been an amazing debut here for EWF, exclusively on the V2 forum. Be sure to join us in ten days’ time for the first ever edition of EWF Conflict, where we will be bringing you all the fallout from this event and building upon where we left off.

DF: I can’t wait for that night already….I want me some more action…

JK: You are not alone there, partner. But I think for now the EWF roster has earned a well-deserved rest. Remember to keep tuned into the V2forum for any breaking news and updates from the world of EWF. We will see you in ten days when I am sure everyone will be raring to go for yet more non-stop action……goodnight everybody!

DF: Night guys!

*The shows goes off air with Jason Sparkz still holding the championship aloft and the fans joining him in his celebration.

Match time: 60 minutes
Official Result: Jason Sparkz via 3-2 decision