EWF Conflict Friday February 15th 2013

Friday 15th February 2013
Live from the Elite Coliseum, Los Angeles, California
Starting time: TBA

*Daniel Magnusson makes a state of address

Match 1
Dr. Bryan Wells vs Liam Wood

Match 2
Ojore vs Mike Conrad

Main Event
Jason Sparkz /Jimmy Phillips vs Vincent Costello/Dario Machiavelli

Also featuring:
*A special appearance from Alex Garcia
*All the fallout from the Iron Man Tournament
*Plus much more

The scene opens up at the Elite Coliseum he crowd can be heard chanting "EWF, EWF"when all of sudden the camera then goes back stage and the crowd then cheers loudly when they see an agitated Mike Conrad pacing up and down the corridor with his head still bandaged up from the attack from the fear which gave him a huge gash at the back of his head.

Conrad's face is red with rage still fuming after his confrontation with Machiavelli and Ojore after the last show and continues to pace up and down and then the crowd cheers when they see a door with the Gm's name on the door Mr Magnussonand there's a big gold star on top of the name, Conrad the bangs on the door three times A muffled voice can be heard from the other side of the door.

Mr Magnusson: Yes, Come in!

Conrad opens the door and slams it behind him and stands there pulling his long curly hair with his hands breathing heavily and staring right in the face of Mr Magnusson who looks right back at Conrad.

Mr Magnusson: Now Mike I can see that you are very up set after last weeks events and that is why I need you to calm down or!

Conrad interrupts Mr Magnusson before he can finish his sentence.

Mike Conrad: Or what, you gonna fine me, Suspend me or even fire me, Listen this Bloody Fear group of Machiavelli and Ojore cost me not only the TV title but the world title when they decided to attack me from behind and kick the living crap out of me and then they went and destroyed my bloody brush.

Do you know how long I had that brush Do you?

Mr Magnusson: No Mike I'm not gonna suspend you or fine or fire you for that matter I guess you not heard that this weeks you face Ojore one on one.

Conrad suddenly stops pulling his hair and then starts to smile as thew crowd in the arena start to cheer.

Mike Conrad: And what about that scum bag Machiavelli when do I get my hands on him?

Mr Magnusson: Get the job done on Ojore first then we can talk about you getting your hands on Machiavelli.

Mike Conrad: Don't you worry Mr Magnusson wants I clean house with Ojore then it will be Machiavelli's turn to get cleaned up.

Mr Magnusson: Oh before you leave I have a present for you Mike, With The Fear smashing up your dustbin and smashing your brush to bits turn around and look in the corner.

Conrad turns around and see's in the corner of the office a brand new mettle dustbin with a brand new lid and red bow tied on the top of it and then at the side of the bin is a brand new sweeping brush again with a little red bow at the top of the handle.

Conrad's eyes light up with glee all the rage vanished from his face he turns round to Magnusson who by this time is stood up and walks over to Magnusson and gives him a really big bear hug and then puts him down gently on the his own two feet.

Mike Conrad: I wont let you down boss and thanks for this, Time to gets some cleaning done.

With that Conrad picks up his new bin and brush and walks out of the door with Magnusson adjusting his tie and shaking his head.

Mr Magnusson: Were an earth do we get these guys?

The crowd cheers loudly as the scene fades to black.

A black 1969 Camaro with white stripes on the bonnet pulls into the parking lot at the Elite Coliseum and out steps a noticeably PO’d Vincent Costello, as he makes his way to the locker room area he’s approached by Carlton Jacobs.

Carlton Jacobs: Vincent what’s going through your head after the ironman tournament?

Costello brushes passed Jacobs ignoring the question

Carlton Jacobs: Come on Vinnie just a few worlds, you came so close on Tuesday to becoming the first ever EWF champion only to fall short in the last second.

Costello: Firstly, don’t call me Vinnie, when you address me refer to me as Vincent, secondly, I’m making my way out to the ring and you, the guys in the back, the rest of the media and world will hear what I have to say. Now get out of my face

Costello walks off towards the ring entrance way

‘Godfather’ blasts out of the arena speakers and Costello makes his way out and he’s angry. He strides to the ring with a purpose ignoring the chants and boo’s from the live crowd in attendance.

Costello snatches a microphone from the timekeepers area and climbs into the ring

VC: Cut my music, since the very first moment I stepped foot in this arena on Monday I’ve be harassed and hounded by people like you (points to the crowd as the boo’s become louder, VC stops and waits for the boo’s to subside and takes the mike away from his mouth, the boo’s get even louder and VC is getting extremely annoyed). ok, ok, ok, I get it, no believe me I really do, I understand why you boo me, I understand why you think I suck. You all know deep down that when you look at me, you see something that you can’t understand, your eyes see it but your minds are not willing to accept it, it’s like déjà vu, you know your saw it, yet your consciousness fails to recognise it as anything more than an anomaly. Well let me open your eyes and educate you, it’s jealousy, your all JEALOUS, your all wrapped up, monopolised even by your insignificant lives that you don’t even fully realise it. I mean look at me… I’m the epitome of excellence, I’m the guy that your wives and girlfriends wish they were with when your fat, sweaty bodies are flaying around on top of them, but don’t worry gents I wouldn’t touch any of your overweight, inbred, greasy, hick women with Carlton Jacobs’s (grabs his crotch) let alone mine.

As I was saying… so the world wants to know what’s going through my head, what am I thinking?

Well… I’m happy, look this is my happy face (points to his face as he pulls a sarcastic crooked smile), I proved without a shadow of a doubt regardless of whether the championship belt is round my waist that I’m the x factor of this company, I’m the epitome of excellence, I’m the box office draw that people talk about. Believe me when I say I’m putting everyone in this building, everyone in this company on notice including your spurious champion Sparkx.

He won the ironman tournament and it me makes me sick, I keep replaying it over and over in my head and it wasn’t supposed to happen that way (he slaps the side of his head and pulls at his hair), I was supposed to be the champion, but now I have a new agenda a new direction and I’m going to punch and kick and bruise until I have taken everything and left nothing but the bones for the vultures to pick on.

Sparkx listen closely and look into my eyes, look into the abyss, right into my baby blues because believe me when I tell you the only thing that can satisfy the thirst inside of me, the insatiable, unappeasable thirst is the EWF world heavyweight title and unfortunately for you it happens to be in your possession.

Costello drops the mic and shouts some more inaudible abuse at the live crowd, his music hits and he exits the ring.

As Costello is exiting the ring his music cuts out and is quickly replaced with the screaming vocals of Thrice's 'Cold cash and colder hearts'. Costello stops dead and stares up at the entrance, a disgruntled look etched on his face. The crowd roar as Jimmy Phillips walks out onto stage wearing his trademark red hoody unzipped showing off the heavy strapping across his upper chest toward his shoulder, he has a mic in his hand and begins to speak as his music fades out

JP: woah woah woah, not so fast you greasy pr!ck

Phillips is hot as he walks side from side to the stage. Costello still stood at the bottom of the ramp looking toward the stage area

JP: It appears there's one little thing you failed to mention in your heart warming little speech there, and thats that you screwed The Talent to advance in this competition. Well newsflash jackass, that just doesn't sit well with me. You see I didn't come here to EWF to play second fiddle to anybody. I didn't expect to be handed the title, but I damn sure knew I was good enough to win it. I guess that's why you did what you, because deep down you know you weren't good enough to go the distance with me. I may have only had one arm, but the fact you had to resort to those scummy, underhanded, dirty, cheating tricks proves you thought that.

But whats done is done. The Talent can't change what's happened but he can kick your ass

The crowd cheer and begin to chant Jimmy's name

JP: You see the thing is you've made the biggest mistake any new (he mockingly makes his inverted commas with his hands) 'superstar' can make. You've only gone and p!ssed off the very last person you wanna p!ss off and that comes with its consequences. Now I know I'm not going to qualify for the Iron man main event any more, but I've still got this strong urge to put your ass through one of these

Phillips exits to backstage before quickly returning with a table which he sets up at the top of the ramp

JP: I know we're scheduled to be on opposite teams in 8 days time but I don't think I can wait that long, in fact I know I can't

Phillips begins to walk down the ramp toward Costello when Magnusson's music plays and he walks out behind with a mic of his own in hand

M: Jimmy. I wouldn't do that if I were you. Now while I know his actions weren't in the greatest spirit of this competition I can't deny I was impressed with his quick thinking and will to win. I have sanctioned this tag team competition to allow you to have your chance to get one back on Mr Costello, but I will not have you jeopardising this match before the day of the show. If you lay so much as one finger on either of your opponents, then you will leave me no option but to suspend you indefinitely. So please Jimmy, I ask you, do the right thing

Jimmy doesn't look impressed and it draws some boos from the crowd to the bosses direction

JP: Whatever you say.........(through gritted teeth) sir. You got lucky Vinny, but I wouldn't be too cocky too quickly. 15th will be hear soon enough and you and Machiavelli will be sorry you ever signed up to this company because as I always say...The Talent.....it's not just a clever nickname

Cold cash and colder hearts starts to play again as Phillips and Costello eyeball each other as Mr Magnusson exits to backstage.

The Titantron lights up as the arena goes dark.

"A Dario Machiavelli production"

Images of wars and civil unrest fill the screen as music fills the arena - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ST2H8FWDvEA

The images intensify including public executions in the arab states, explosions and baying mobs.

As the music builds to a crescendo, the images finally stop and are replaced by the word "FEAR".

The music continues and as the words fade, they are replaced with images of a scarred body, images of torn flesh, barbed wire and a bloodstained ring canvas.

The images continue to change and the cuts between pictures increase in speed before finally coming to a close up of Machiavellis face, half on/ off screen.

"The World saw the most brutal match ever witnessed in professional wrestling. Flesh was torn, bodies broken, souls ripped apart. The roster watched that match and were collectively thinking of the pain, suffering that was going on. I was thinking about lunch."

"My body is ravaged but do I feel the pain? Of course I do. But do I fear the pain? Not once nor will it ever. I am not afraid of anything that this world has to offer. Blood, broken bones and scar tissue are the tools of my trade."

Machiavelli lifts his hand into shot and is shown dragging his long fingernail down his cheek, drawing blood. He takes the blood and smears it on his forehead.

"Fear will never embrace me. But it will consume the entire roster. One by one, I will expose their weaknesses and have them cowering. I am Dario Machiavelli, and I am the director of your worst fears"

"Sparkz and Phillips are the ones who shall fall first. They will see the fires that will engulf them this week. And although Costello is on my side, do not believe that you are fire proof. You get too close and you will burn too. The fear is all encompasing and has no friends. It ravages us all in time"

The screen cuts to a black room with flickers of flames the only light. The camera focuses on a burning crown and the voice of Ojore talks over the image.

"Ojore heard your words. Ojore's name not taken seriously. Mr Conrad does not even think of the threat before him, he brush me aside for Mr Machiavelli. I say he will never get to Mr Machiavelli."

"You ask why I help him. You question why. He knows my power, he respects who I am. He fears Ojore too, I respect a man who can use fear for wise move. Ojore is coming for you all, you will all burn."

The camera lingers on the flames before cutting away.

Back at ringside Jonathan Kelly is previewing this weeks main event at Conflict when all of a sudden the lights in the Elite Coliseum start to flicker and dim slowly.

The titantron comes to life and shows a mans face close up. He has black and green face paint on and is trying to calm his breathing. It is dusk and the rain is falling heavily. The man wipes the rain drops off his face, closes one eye and places his other eye on a scope. As the camera starts to zoom out slowly you can see the man is deep in camouflage and is staring down a sniper rifle. He is lying flat within the bushes on a hillside.

The titantron shows the view from the snipe rifle. As the rain is lashing down the view shows the sniper cross-air is firmly placed on a wooden hut. The door opens on the hut and a man in green army gear stands there looking at the rain coming down. Another man approaches the hut dressed in a full cover rain coat and takes out a folder and hands it to the 1st man standing in the door way.

The man dressed in the rain coat leaves the hut and goes out of view. The camera swings back to show the man holding the sniper rifle. He takes his eye away from the scope and looks at his watch then places his eye back down the scope and the camera shows his view.

The man at the hut has closed the door and is back inside. The wooden hut has gaps where windows should be, but has no glass. Looking through the sniper rifle the cross-air is fixed on the head of the man as he sits down to look inside the folder.

All of a sudden the camera follows a bullet flying at high speed with the rain coming down heavy in its path and trees either side. Just before the bullet hits its target the camera goes back to show the man holding the sniper rifle who has placed the rifle on a harness on his back and is running down the hillside towards the hut. The area is clear there is no one in sight as he enters the hut.

The man in the hut is sat on a chair with his face down on the table. He is moved off the table and slumped on the floor as the man with the rifle picks up the folder. He looks at the folder which on the front page is entitled "Devil Dog".

He goes to the door and the area is still clear and makes his way back up the hillside. Once away from the danger of being seen he sits down and opens the folder. The camera shows him smiling with an evil grin and then the camera pans around to show what he is looking at.

In the folder is a picture of a mans face...... it is the same face as the man looking in the folder.

The titantron fades to black as the words "Devil Dog" appear on the screen.

The scene opens up in the bathroom of Mike Conrad who has just come out of the shower with a towel wrapped round his waist Conrad walks up to the mirror hanging on the wall above the sink the mirror is full of mist so Conrad wipes the mirror his hand and starts to stare into it.

Mike Conrad: So Ojore you do not think that I am a threat, You saw a glimpse of what I can do in the iron man tournament and then I wasn't %100 fit I was about %40 now my friend I am about %60 to %70 fit and boy do I feel ready for you scum bags.

Conrad again wipes the mirror with his hand so he can see himself talking back to him.

Mike Conrad: You see Ojore I will have the edge on you in this match you think I'm not a threat but I am your worst nightmare, You destroyed my dreams to become the first ever world champion and then you destroyed my dreams to become the first ever TV champion but you will not destroy my dreams of kicking your butt all over the arena.

Sure your big and strong but your clumsy and have got the brain the size of a pea, The reason you can't or don't say much is because your lap dog pal Machiavelli tells you when and how to speak.

As the old saying goes the bigger they are the harder they fall but this time the saying will be the bigger they are the bigger the ass kicking they will get and you will get the biggest ass kicking you have ever had in your life and then it will be Machiavell's turn for his ass whooping and yes I will get to him one way or another I will get to that son of a ......

All the fun have games have stopped time to lace up the boots and get to the ring and fight and that is what I am very, Very good at your big fat ass is like the Titanic and I am the iceberg that's gonna sink your ass Ojore so get ready to fight big man.


Conrad then turns on the hot tap and the mirror begins to mist up once again as the scene the turns to black.

Alex Garcia is shown sitting on a cream coloured sofa in the middle of a lightly furnished sitting room. He is smiling with his feet up on the coffee table, staring at his mantle piece where a sparkling championship belt is resting in pride of place. A camerman is stood off-right, in front of the television set.

Garcia: Man I am so happy to have invited EWF into my home here today for this exclusive for the show. Gaze around at my humble abode viewers, this is what living the dream is all about.

The camera pans around to show big windows that look out upon a balcony and the familiar Los Angeles coastline. Garcia kicks his shoes off onto the floor.

Garcia: This is where I come to sit back, relax and let the good times roll. This is mi casa, this is where the magic happens.

???: Hey Alex, you seen my knee high boots anywhere?

Garcia turns to his side and so does the camera as a scantily clad figure appears in the doorway of the sitting room. A heavily bronzed beauty with flowing black hair is stood with an unimpressed look on her face. She is dressed in a silk nightdress that barely comes to the top of her thighs.

Garcia: Sure baby, I'm sure you left them outside in the hallway....that's where I remember taking off the rest of your clothes!

Garcia gives the thumbs up to the camera man and winks as the lady turns away from the door way, causing her dress to ride up and show a very tantalising glimpse of her backside.

Cameraman: That is awesome.

Garcia: You like that muchacho? Yeah I bet you do, I can show you how to hook up a piece of arse like that.

Cameraman: Are you serious?

Garcia: Consider it an apprenticeship, all you have to do is follow my lead. I could use a guy like you on my team.

The cameraman looks positively delighted

Garcia: Don't get overexcited though, because this is dangerous terrain. Your working in the lion's den now, you are going frontline with the beast and I expect you on hand whenever the going gets tough, you able to handle that?

Camerman: Absolutely, whatever you need.

Garcia: Good, because this is going to be a journey to remember and I need someone like you to be there, to catalogue it all because we are making history.

A voice echoes from out of the room

???:Alex, you have a text

Garcia: What does it say?. And who send it?

???: From some guy called Magnusson, says "you better be here on Friday"

Garcia: Send a reply baby.....say "Missing me already darling? don't worry I have your belated Valentine's Day gift in my satchel, can't wait to give it to you. " Then wink face it up and make sure you send my love.

???: It's sent, I have work now so I'm outta here, should I call back around later?

Garcia: I'll call you!

The sound of a door slamming shut can be heard and Garcia looks back to the cameraman

Garica: Picked her up down at Hooters, they said "all you can eat" and man they were not lying. Never eaten that much pie in my life, juicy would be an understatement. Yeah you like that son don't you?. I can tell you like that, sandbagging son of a gun, I like that attitude.

The camerman seems slightly giddy as Garcia points to the championship belt on his mantlepiece

Garcia: See that? Not even mine, but heck this cat right here does whatever the hell he wants, when he wants and you can't argue that. This Magnusson dude yanked my chain and I spat in his arrogant face, now he knows where he stands and I know just what my future entails.

Cameraman: But are you going to give it back?

Garcia: 'course I am, I am not a thief, I am just a protagonist and I like to make things happen. Magnusson played around with my profession and I don't take kindly to that. So I set in motion a chain reaction that led to this point. Tomorrow night i'm taking that belt back and I am going to make Magnusson bow at my feet to get it back.

Cameraman: And what about the owner of the belt, will he have something to say?

Garcia: Wood? Yeah he probably has got something to come out of his infantile mouth but i'm not sweating on that, if he wants some then he can have as much as he wants. I'm making waves and i'm starting a revolution, there will be statues of me by time I am finished.

The whole landscape of this place needs changing and I am going to make it happen, brick by brick.

But that's tomorrow and we cross that bridge when we come to it. But for now baba ganoush I would say it was time to hit the road, i'm hungry and a bargain bucket will not quench my appetite, I say it is time to go hunting.

Cameraman: Hunting for what?

Garcia: I nice little cat, the shaved kind preferably, it's such a smoother ride.

Garcia jumps up of his sofa and rips off his beanie hat, replacing it with a cowboy hat instead. He gives the thumbs up to the EWF TV Title belt and then motions for the cameraman to follow him.

Cameraman: You eat cat.....is that legal?

Garcia: You have much to learn my friend, oh so much to learn.

Garcia and the cameraman exit Garcia's apartment and then the scene goes blank.