EWF Conflict Results 15th February 2013 (Episode 1)

*The show goes live on air from inside the Elite Coliseum and there is a crowd of around 750 fans congregated in the front rows around the ring. “Indestructible” is echoing out of the speakers as an expensive procession of pyros erupts from the front of the giant stage. The camera pans around the ringside area, showing the black and green ring ropes as well as the black ring aprons with “Conflict” wrote across them in acid green text. We then pan around to see Jonathan Kelly and Donovan Franklin, who are situated at the announce desk.

JK: Ladies and gentlemen good evening, welcome to the first ever edition off EWF Conflict. We are live from our very own Elite Coliseum, exclusively on the V2forum, broadcasting all over the UK and United States. We are just ten days removed from the sensational debut of this promotion, the historic Iron Man tournament….we saw thrills, spills, drama and new champions crowned……here tonight we have all the fallout from that event, as well as non-stop action that you will not find anywhere else. I am here alongside my broadcast colleague, Donovan Franklin, and Don tell us how excited you for this first episode of Conflict?

DF: Johnny boy the lights are on bright, the cameras are rolling and you better believe that I am ready for this night. I have been waiting ten days since the culmination of the Iron Man show for this and now we are here. We’ve got a vocal crowd in attendance and they cannot wait for what the EWF roster has in store for them here tonight. They want to know what is next for our EWF Champion, Jason Sparkz……injury updates on Mike Conrad and Jimmy Phillips…………what scheme is next on the list for the Fear campaign?......Bryan Wells and his mystery attacker……and the power struggle between Alex Garcia/Liam Wood and our Chief Executive, Daniel Magnusson….these are all questions that need answers….as well as much, much more…over the course of the next ninety minutes we hope to answer as many as those as possible…

JK: There are certainly a number of avenues that need exploring….we need a lot of resolution, and I am certain that we expect a heck load more drama as this night unfolds…..EWF started with a bang ten days ago, and I don’t think the fireworks have ended yet….you can expect hard-hitting, adrenaline-pumping, non-stop action from the outset…

DF: We are creating something unique and spectacular here in EWF….mark my words, we are heading for the big leagues and we are wasting no time……here tonight we will prove once again why this is the place to be for professional wrestling….game time baby…let’s do this thing….

*The crowd are in fine voice, awaiting some of their favourite EWF superstars when “The Boss” by James Brown echoes out of the speakers. Daniel Magnusson then heads out onto the stage, dressed in a sharp grey suit. He raises a respectful hand to the crowd, who applaud him, and then makes his way down to the ring.

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen………the Chief Executive of EWF and HyperEx Corporations………Daniel Magnusson!

JK: The Boss is in the house….

DF: Plenty of things that Magnusson has to say I am sure….perhaps starting with the Alex Garcia situation…

JK: Garcia is expected here tonight, but I haven’t heard of him arriving yet….so not sure why Daniel Magnusson is out here…

DF: I guess he just wants to lay down his thoughts and feelings….

*Magnusson steps through the ropes and he smiles as the crowd chant “E-dub-f” over and over. He accepts a microphone from Rick Ambrose and then turns to face the audience.

Magnusson: Good evening EWF!

*Crowd cheer

Magnusson: Don’t worry, I won’t be out here for long, eating up into the fight time.

*Magnusson smiles

Magnusson: I know you all came here to see the most entertaining, up and coming professional wrestling promotion in the world and that is exactly what you are going to get.

*Cheers ring out again

Magnusson: Later tonight I will be back out here to address the situation surrounding the Alex Garcia controversy…

*The crowd boo Garcia’s name

Magnusson: And I assure you that the strictest of measures will be implemented at that time, but right now is not about Alex Garcia, right now is not about drama or controversy. This moment right here is about the future…

JK: The future?

DF: Let the man speak…

Magnusson: We here at EWF, me and the Board of Directors from HyperEx want nothing more than to build the most prestigious, must-see wrestling production on the globe, we are extremely committed to making that happen.

That means bringing you the best action here on Conflict every single time we go live. No holding back, no cutting of corners or costs, we are in this for the long haul and we are dedicated to making sure that each and every one of you gets exactly what you are looking for.

I am out here to just let you know that currently we are doing anything and everything possible to make sure that we stay one step ahead of the competition. We want to put backsides in seats, increase attendances, grow in stature, secure television rights….we want to expand our roster, our influence and our revenue and we expect to make great steps to securing such results within the very foreseeable future.

EWF may just be beginning but last week’s Iron Man Tournament is a testament to the claim that our name is already on the map. We all set about on a very exciting journey last week and I am so glad that each of you has decided to join us on this amazing ride.

I have spoken to each of my employees over the last twenty four hours and I have told them of EWF’s expectations, we expect the biggest and best every single time we are on air. From here on out you are going to witness the rise of a global power……a federation that recognizes your needs as the fans…..we are going to do everything we can to make this as much about you as it is about wrestling….

*Crowd pop

Magnusson: So please get on Twitter, join us on Facebook and you tell us exactly what you want from your number one wrestling promotion…..because if you want it, then we can damn sure make it happen….welcome to the future…….welcome to the PEOPLE’S FRANCHISE!

*Crowd pop

DF: Awesome….Magnusson just laying it down for the masses…

JK: EWF really are making all the right noises….and if we can continue at the same level that we saw at the Iron Man then the sky is the limit….

DF: Daniel Magnusson and HyperEx are building something spectacular here, I am so proud to be on board for this……

JK: Magnusson seems totally committed to giving the EWF fans exactly what they want….he has his finger on the pulse, he is listening to the crowd….this is a recipe for unlimited success, I cannot wait to see what is coming next…

DF: I just want to see a fight….I want to pick up where we left off last week…..

JK: Not much longer to wait partner, we have a quick commercial break and then we are back…..first action of the night is imminent…

*The show goes to commercials with Daniel Magnusson meeting and greeting with the fans around ringside.

Match 1
Dr. Bryan Wells vs Liam Wood

*We are back from the commercial break and the lights have dimmed slightly inside the arena. The slow pulse of a heartbeat echoes out of the speakers and then the volume rises as the sound of a flatline screeches through the airwaves. The crowd begin to boo as Dr. Bryan Wells appears on the stage.

JK: First action of the night folks and we have Dr. Bryan Wells going up against the man who narrowly defeated him last week to become the first ever TV Champion…

DF: I know Wells is a wackjob and everything but let’s give the full picture here….this guy had Liam Wood down and out for the three count at the Iron Man, he had him finished….and then, well heck I don’t even know what happened…

JK: None of us seem to have much clue what happened….the lights went out and when they came back on, this dark and mysterious guy was stood in the ring….he laid Wells out and allowed Wood to win the championship….very strange proceedings…

DF: And Wells just laughed about it…I don’t have a clue what was going on but it seems like somebody has some issues with the resident doctor….

Wells has red marks running down from his eyes and across his cheeks, as though he has drawn on makeup to look like blood. He grins evilly as he slowly and meticulously heads down the rampway and makes his way to the ring. The crowd are booing him but seems not to notice, merely laughing to himself as he looks to the skies and says.

Wells: What wonders lay in wait of Pandora’s box tonight?

JK: This guy is one of the strangest I have ever set my eyes on…

DF: He’s a freak of the night without a doubt…..

JK: It doesn’t seem like $50,000 of Dario Machiavelli’s money helped his sanity….

DF: I think that is what tipped him over the edge…

Wells removes his labcoat and folds it expertly before placing on the steel steps. He lays his stethoscope on top of his coat and then climbs up onto the apron, stepping into the ring. He continues to gaze up above him, as though expecting an entrance from the rafters.

JK: Wells is a dangerous competitor anyways…but in this mood, he is bordering on unhinged…

DF: He is way past the point of unhinged, believe me…

Wells laughs to himself as he then focuses his eyes on the entranceway and “I killed the prom queen” blasts out of the speakers. Flames burst from the stage and red pyros shoot high into the air as Liam Wood comes ripping out onto the stage. His eyes filled with determination and anger…

JK: Liam Wood is one angry man at this moment in time…

DF: And you cannot blame the kid…just moments after his career defining win, he gets knocked down and his championship gets stolen….he hasn’t seen his belt since seconds after he won it…

JK: A situation that has been eating away at Wood for the past ten days……hopefully a resolution will be found later on…

DF: I would not want to be Alex Garcia when Liam Wood gets within range of him…..hell on earth springs to mind…

JK: That is a showdown that we can expect later in this broadcast folks…but right now Liam Wood needs to concentrate all his efforts and focus on that man in the ring….he can’t afford to slip here…

DF: Wells will be aware of that….and let’s not skirt around it, Wells believes the TV Championship belongs to him…..

JK: He has a legitimate shout, and a victory here would add weight to that claim….

Wood stands in the aisleway, staring up at Wells, who just grins back at him. The crowd reach over the barricade to touch Viper on the back as he removes his t-shirt and tosses it to the ground. He then walks around the ring and climbs up the steps…

DF: First live contest on the very first edition of Conflict…..time for these guys to put on a show…

Wood climbs through the ropes into the ring and Wells mockingly motions a belt around his waist, drawing boos from the crowd and a glare from Liam Wood. The referee keeps both men apart as they slowly circle each other…

JK: Remember this is a one fall to the finish contest…….here we go!

The bell sounds and Wood immediately dives forwards into a lockup with Wells, quickly applying a side headlock and then spinning around back into a waistlock. He attempts to hook Wells’ arms for a full nelson but Wells slams the back of his head into the side of Wood’s face and spins out, kicking Wood in the gut and attempting to hoist him into a suplex….

DF: Wood in no mood to play around…I like this intensity…

Wood floats over the back and runs off the ropes, bursting back with a heavy clothesline that takes Wells off his feet. Wells gets back up and is met by a stiff european uppercut before Wood whips him into the corner and follows in with another clothesline. Viper allows Wells to stumble out of the corner and then lifts his arm over his head and plants him with a back suplex……………………………..1………………………….2………………….shoulder up.

JK: Liam Wood outlasted three other men to become the TV Champion, and now he is doing everything he can to show why that happened…..he believes he belongs in the upper echelon of this company…

DF: And you have to admire that kind of confidence…

Wells gets up and Wood slaps hard knife edge chops into his chest before kicking him in the stomach and whipping him off the ropes. Wells comes back and Wood lifts him up into an inverted atomic drop before scooping him onto his shoulder, powerbomb position, and dropping him into a fallout neckbreaker…………..1…………………..2………………….kickout.

JK: Wood starting with real aggression….he doesn’t want to wait around, he wants this job done so he can wait for Garcia…

Wood stomps down on Wells’ head before dragging him up, only to get drilled by a savage uppercut to the midsection. Wells grabs Wood by the face and headbutts him back into the corner, before charging in and landing with a back splash. He pulls Wood out by the arm and scoops him up into a big sideslam……………..1………………………2……………………shoulder up.

DF: And that is why Wood cannot afford to get careless, Wells is no bum and he will punish you if you give him the opportunity…

Wells lets Wood get back up and then he lifts him over his head and easily slams him down onto the ground. Wells then rushes off the ropes and returns with a big jumping elbow drop that lands to the chest of his opponent……Wood staggers back up to his feet and Wells runs into him, driving a knee lift straight to the stomach……………………….1……………2……………….kickout!

JK: Wells getting his own offense in now….showing that he is more than prepared to mix it…

DF: I think the Iron Man tournament proved that there isn’t a man on this roster who cannot “mix” it…

Wells drags Wood up by the head and he slaps hard clubs into the spine of his opponent before whipping him into the corner. He follows in but Wood drives his feet up into the head of his foe, staggering him back, before lifting himself onto the second rope and dives off with a spinning back elbow takedown……………………..1……………………………..2………………..shoulder up!

JK: It has gone back and forth so far….neither man with the fullest of advantages….

Wood drives his foot up in the chest of Wells before spinning him around into a sleeper hold and lifting him off the ground into a solid sleeper slam. Wood then makes his way over towards the ropes and he begins to climb towards the top…

DF: Wood about to take a gamble….

Wood reaches the top rope but Wells is off the mat and he lands with a solid uppercut to the jaw of Wood, causing him to lose his balance on the turnbuckle. Wells climbs up onto the second rope and he clubs the back of Viper before pulling him into a front facelock and detonating a superplex…

JK: That could make a three…

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JK: What does Wells think is up there?

DF: Maybe that guy that laid him out last week….I dunno but it certainly seems to be playing with the mind of Bryan Wells…

Wells has a slight smirk on his face as he lets Wood get up and then lifts him up and ploughs him with a urange backbreaker. Wells laughs to himself as he backs against the turnbuckle and beckons for Wood to get back up to his feet….

JK: Sizing him up….FLATLINER!

Wells bursts out and looks for the brogue kick but Wood ducks at the very last second and then spins his foe into an impressive powerslam. Wells gets back up and he eats a clothesline from Wood before getting up again and suffering the same fate…..Wells staggers up for a third time and Viper bursts off the ropes….

DF:SPEAR….DAMN!

JK: Impact……changer…

The crowd groan as Wood comes looking for the spear, only for Wells to burst forwards with a battering ram headbutt straight to the chest. Viper rolls under the bottom rope after impact, struggling to regain his breath….

DF: Wells got him flush with that one….Liam Wood’s chest just got blasted….

JK: That can change things….

The referee tries to stop Wells but he is not interested, climbing out onto the apron and dropping down to the outside. He follows Wood around the ring and then grabs him by the shoulder, lifting him up and dropping him chest-first across the ringside barrier…Wood falls down in pain as Wells soaks up the boos from the crowd..

DF: Wells is getting settled here, he knows he is hurting Wood and that is always a confidence booster…

JK: The crowd don’t like it…

Wells grabs Wood by the hair, dragging him forwards, and then pushes him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Wells smiles with delight and then climbs back up onto the apron, gripping the top rope before slingshotting himself….

DF: Solid shoulder block….

JK: Ray Lewis eat your heart out…

Wells plants Wood with the heavy shoulder and he covers………………1…………………….2……………….shoulder up. Wells gets back and he drops a knee to the face of Wood before running off the ropes and returning with a legdrop across the throat. Wood stumbles back up and Wells kicks him in the stomach before lifting him into a suplex position…

DF: Nice strength…..Wells is a real strong guy….

JK: Beautiful variation on the brainbuster there…

Wells turns Wood in midair and he plants him frontways with the brainbuster, almost into a michinoku driver of sorts………………………………………1………………………………………2………………………..kickout. Wells looks at the referee with a little discontent before getting back up…

DF: With EWF having only just opened up the doors it means everything is still up for grabs…championship opportunities are only one step away and Wells must know that….he beats Wood here tonight and nobody can deny him a shot, he will be at the front of the queue….

Wells gets up to his feet and he waits for Wood to stagger up before he scoops him onto his shoulders and spins him around…

JK: DEATH BEFORE…

Wood elbows his way free of his opponent, dropping off the back, and then kicks him in the stomach and plants him with a DDT……………………..1………………………………..2…………………….kickout. Wood gets back to his feet and makes his way over to the corner, climbing to the top…

DF: Educated risk…

JK: Failed last time…

DF: Second time is a charm!

Wells is back on his feet as Wood soars through the air and takes him off his feet with a fabulous lariat. The crowd are cheering as Wood raises his arm in the air and ushers his opponent back up…

JK: Wood is all over this….VIPER…

Wood hooks the arms for his pedigree finisher but Wells spins out of it and into a schoolboy…………………1…………………….2………………shoulder up. They get back up and Wood ducks a clothesline from his foe and springs onto the ropes, only to land right in the grasp of Bryan Wells…

DF: That is strength….FALL AWAY SLAM!

The crowd boo as Wells spins his foe around and then throws him across the ring with the impressive slam. Wood is holding his back as Wells gets back up to his feet and then runs forwards…

JK: FLATLINER!

DF: SPEAR!

*Crowd cheer

Wood ducks underneath the brogue kick and rushes off the ropes, returning with a flying spear that lands straight to the midsection. Both men are flat on the mat, breathing deeply from the energy they have exerted…

JK: Neither man giving an inch…this is how you start a show…

DF: Your damn right with that assessment partner….

Liam Wood pushes himself off the ground with a focused look on his face and he waits for Wells to stagger up before locking his hands around the waist and nails a big German suplex. The crowd applaud as Wood hauls Wells back to his feet again and connects with a second suplex…..before going for a third attempt…

JK: Surely not the hat-trick?

DF: Perfect hat-trick!

Wood plants Wells right on his back with a huge release german suplex and then staggers up to his feet. He looks out at the crowd and gives them a confident nod before beginning to climb up the ropes to the top of the turnbuckle. He stands there, looking down at his foe, and then dives through the air…

JK: MACHO MAN ELBOW!

The elbow slams straight into the heart of Bryan Wells and the crowd cheer as Liam Wood crawls ontop and he hooks the leg…
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DF: Close to the end, but Wells is not staying down for nothing…

Wood bangs his hand on the mat with frustration, looking at the referee with annoyance. He then gets back up to his feet and he listens to the cheers and chants from the crowd and then raises his arms into an “X”….

JK: Wood just needs to keep his head straight….aslong as he doesn’t fall into the trap of frustration then he is right the driver’s seat here…

DF: He’s ending it right now……VIPER DROP!

Wood drags Wells up and he underhooks his arms for the elevated pedigree but Wells struggles and then succeeds in swiping Viper’s feet. He looks for a sharpshooter but Wood wriggles, causing Wells to stomp down on his stomach and then slingshot him into the corner. Wood’s head clatters the turnbuckle and he staggers back…..

JK:LIGHTS OUT!

Wells lifts his opponent up on his shoulders and nails the back to belly piledriver (Sheamus’ White Noise) and hooks the legs…
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DF: I was so sure that was over, and I think Wells was too……because he looks a little angry…

Wells is staring at the referee with disbelief and he hammers his hands against the mat and looks up at the official with unnerving eyes. The crowd are booing as Wells begins to laugh to himself as he climbs back up to his feet…

JK: This guy freaks me out every time I lay eyes upon him……he’s crazy…..

DF: There has to be some sort of method to his madness…….FLAT…

JK: VIPER…

Wells looks for the brogue but Viper ducks it and kicks him in the stomach, only to get backdropped on his attempted pedigree. Wood staggers back up and Wells lifts him onto his shoulders….

DF: DEATH BEOFRE DISHONOUR!

The crowd boo as Wells spins Wood around and then drills him with the over the shoulder cutter, planting the TV Champion’s face straight into the mat. Wells sits on the canvass, a broad smile upon his face, and begins to laugh uncontrollably…

JK: Wells just laid out the TV Champ…

DF: The Doctor making waves…

*Lights out

JK: Not again..

*All eyes turn towards the Hypertron as it bursts into life.

The gong sound out and then a dark shadow appears on the tron in a room were the light is dimmed just enough to see the outline of a tall man wearing a long black coat and black mask.

Then the figure begins to speak in a soft, Slow dark voice.

???: The time is nearly upon us for me to bring this company down to its foundations and bring everything that is wrong and to turn it right, I made myself be known last week in the battle royal when Wells thought he had won but because of me he failed, I turned the wrong into the right and all is well apart from one thing.

The masked man pauses for a few seconds as the crowd in the arena listens on.

???: The lies remain!

Crowd: Boooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

???: Bryan Wells lies to each and every one of you…..the darkness within his soul conceals the true extent of his deceit……..the $50,000 he accepted from Dario Machiavelli was not a present….it was a bounty…..it was the hand of allegiance….Wells’ pathway into the Fear campaign…

*The crowd boo furiously

But they don't know what Fear is like until they have faced me and one by one. I will right the wrong they have caused in EWF but there is another fear and they will soon find that out one way or another fear will get back to them in a big way.

The crowd in the arena jump and some fans scream as the tron then flickers into dark and then a bolt of lightning hits the stage and fire shoots out from the stage as the fans then cheer again as the three gongs return and the lights in the arena come back on.

DF: This is crazy…..

JK: Your telling me…..Bryan Wells, a member of the Fear campaign?

DF: How can that even begin to be true?

JK: Beats me…

The crowd are stunned as Wells is standing against the ropes, an evil grin on his face. He is staring back up towards the stage, laughing and muttering to himself…

Wells: You have no idea…..you do not know me….you do not understand me…….SHOW YOURSELF!

DF: Wells seems to be freaked the hell out…

JK: Wouldn’t you be?....I don’t know what is going on here but this is just plain bizarre…

DF: Your telling me…..Wood on his feet….VIPER DROP!

Wells turns away from the ropes in a rage, only to be kicked straight in the stomach and fall victim to the “Viper drop” pedigree from a recovered Liam Wood…….the crowd cheer as Viper hooks the leg…
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JK: And that is all she wrote…

DF: Great way to begin your Conflict career here in EWF….Liam Wood has the “W”…

JK: Once again he defeats Bryan Wells under controversial circumstances….

DF: You have to take that into account…

The crowd are cheering as “I killed the prom queen” blasts out and the referee raises Liam Wood’s arm in victory. He celebrates the win with a beating of his chest and a raising of his arms before quickly climbing from the ring and heading for the back.

JK: Wood happy to get the victory but that kid has other things on his mind right now…

DF: Absolutely…he wants his TV Championship back…..this match was just an obstacle to Wood tonight and he overcame it…..despite whatever else may have gone down….

JK: Once again Bryan Wells has lost here thanks to the interruption of a mysterious masked figure……what exactly is the meaning of this situation?

DF: A few answers would be nice…

Wood slaps hands with a few of his fans before disappearing into the backstage area. Bryan Wells is just rolling to his feet in the ring, holding the side of his head. He looks annoyed but then a sadistic grin crosses his face as he gazes up towards the rafters and shakes his head.

JK: I just don’t get it…..Wells seems to enjoy the fact that this guy is tormenting him…

DF: But who is he?....what is the deal?

JK: The masked guy said Wells was working with The Fear……he said his aim was to take them out one by one…but I’m pretty sure Wells works alone…

DF: I’d be inclined to agree with that suggestion…..Machiavelli paid Wells off to throw a match, surely if they were working together then no money would have needed to be exchanged…

JK: There seems to be a whole lot more to this than meets the eye….I have a feeling that answers are not forthcoming either….

DF: We need to get an interviewer in the back and wait for Wells….or Machiavelli……we need to get to the bottom of this situation….because it seems we have another madman on the loose…..where the hell did Magnusson find these guys, Belle Vue?

*Wells continues to laugh as he staggers through the ropes into the aisleway and makes his way toward the back. He stomps on the rampway and takes a look back at the crowd before looking up into the rafters and raising his arms out to his sides.

Wells: You know where to find me……

*Wells then turns on his heel and exits through the curtain as the scene changes.

Official result: Liam Wood via pinfall
Match time: 9 minutes 43 seconds

*The scene is backstage and the crowd roar as Mike Conrad joins Hugh Cartwright in one of the corridors near the entranceway. Conrad is dressed in wrestling attire, with a small white bandage wrapped around his head, his trademark trash can in hand.

Cartwright: I am joined at this time by Mike Conrad…..Mike in just a few moments you will face Ojore, one on one. This is one of the men responsible for ending your dream last week at the Iron Man tournament…first question, are you ready to go….is the cut on your head healed?

Conrad: Oh I’m ready to go Hugh, more ready than I have been in a very long time. Truth be told, the cut on the back of my head is nearly healed fully and concussions are a thing of the past. This bandage around my head is more safeguarding than anything else, but I am not anticipating a problem in that department.

The only man who needs to be anticipating problems is Ojore…

*The crowd boo his name

Conrad: Yeah sure he’s a monster of man, he has great strength and a vindictive streak but he has never come up against me when I am ready for a battle, quite like I am here tonight. This man was complicit in the attempt to ruin my dreams of becoming a world champion….he tried valiantly to end my career last week and now it is time for me to get a little bit of vengeance.

Cartwright: We know Ojore and Dario Machiavelli were responsible for one attack on you Mike….they also trashed your locker room…..but has there been any word on who was responsible for the assault that took place in the parking lot?

Conrad: CCTV footage was not yet fitted in that location last week, so the chances of finding a culprit seem slim to none, but I refuse to accept that. I know Machiavelli and Ojore were involved…even if they didn’t commit the crime themselves, and I don’t care how long it takes, I’ll get my answers.

Tonight I get to go out to that ring and perform in front of these amazing fans, and they get to see me put my life and soul into a performance….just like they should have last week. They get to see me prove that I am more than capable of standing toe to toe with a beast like Ojore….they get to witness what payback really looks like.

Cartwright: And what exactly do you have in store for Ojore…..and the Fear campaign in general?

Conrad: Whatever it takes Hugh, there are no boundaries or limits to where I will take this issue, they spared no expense on my part, so I plan on paying them back in kind. EWF knew exactly what they were getting when I signed on the dotted line…..a man who is not afraid to swim in the deep end if the scenario dictates….The Fear campaign may want a war…..but they are not prepared for my retaliation, that is a promise!

They threaten to expose the “fear” of their rivals…..and we have already seen that they will go to great lengths to get what they want…but I won’t back down, I will not run for safety or cower in a corner…there is no amount of money they can offer for a peace treaty…..we are going to fight….and we will continue to fight until only one remains……..they made it personal, now they can deal with the consequences.

*The crowd roar in approval as Conrad bangs his hand against the side of his trash can and then heads off towards the entranceway.

*The scene changes and Bryan Wells storms into his locker room, smashing his medical equipment out of the way as he collapses on his knees in front of the wall-length mirror. His breathing is ragged and he begins to laugh at the same time, running his hands across his head. Slowly, he looks up into the mirror and the lights flicker.

Wells: Show yourself to me, demon……you have much to say for yourself, and many accusations to cast…but you do not understand….you do not know your place….show yourself and I will show you where you belong….

*Wells’ eyes bulge as he continues to stare into the camera and then he grabs a scalpel from the floor and slowly begins to scrape it across the skin on his cheek. Blood begins to drip towards the floor and Wells removes the scalpel, leaving a deep pentagram symbol etched on his cheek.

Wells: You do not intimidate me…….for I fear nothing anymore….my special reward from Machiavelli saved me from the abyss…..so no longer does the darkness haunt my dreams….you have no power here stranger….be gone…..or face my wrath…

*The lights flicker more and then one bulb shatters with a burst of flames and sparks. Wells grins evilly.

Wells: I am not adverse to games of sorcery…..but if there is a score to be settled here, dark one, then indulge me with your malice…..I promise I will not flee…

*The whole room plunges into darkness and only Wells’ ragged breath can be heard. Then the sound of footsteps and a clatter of metal before the lights come on again, a shadow of a man disappearing off the far wall. Wells looks on edge, but with a smile on his face.

Wells: Your games tire me…..at least come to the light and PROVE YOURSELF……if you are a man, or something greater then now is the time to face me……..SHOW YOURSELF CREATURE….

*Wells picks the scalpel back up, and he drags it along the mirror, releasing an ear-splitting screech. He carves out the words “Show yourself” before throwing the scalpel back down on the floor. The blood continues to drop from his cheek as he holds the mirror and glares right into it, his nose barely an inch from the glass.

Wells: Find me….or I will find you……either way, we shall meet…..and then I will unravel the secrets of your mystery….time is ticking….I will not wait much longer….

*Another bulb shatters in the light above and then complete darkness takes over again. This time when the illumination re-appears, a new message has appeared on the mirror, written in red underneath Wells’ message of “Show yourself” and it reads…

“Soon”.

*Wells grins malevolently and he runs his hand along the message, smearing it and leaving the red substance all over his hands. He begins to laugh uncontrollably and then raises his palm, slamming it straight into the mirror and shattering the glass around his hand as the scene changes again.

*We switch to Kelsey Hughes, who is talking to Emmy outside of Liam Wood’s locker room.

Kelsey: He isn’t back from the match yet?

Emmy: No, he had a phonecall to make and then he is meeting me here. I think Mr Magnusson wants to see him before Garcia gets to the building…

*The crowd cheer as Wood suddenly appears at the other end of the hallway. He slowly makes his way towards the two women.

Kelsey: Congratulations out there Liam, another big win to add to your EWF resume…

*Emmy gives Wood a hug and a kiss as he reaches her

Wood: Yeah the performance was ok, but my mind isn’t on the job right now. I want my title belt back and I want it now.

Emmy: You’ll have it by tonight, Liam…

Wood: Have you heard from Magnusson?

*Emmy shakes her head

Wood: I’m going to find him…..I want this situation to be sorted out…

Emmy: It will be….just calm down Liam and let Mr Magnusson take care of it…

Wood: Yeah, because he is doing such a swell job of it right now…

*The crowd cheer again as Daniel Magnusson rounds the corner

Magnusson: Ah you’re here, Liam, excellent.

Wood: I was just on my way to find you…..

*He stops himself short of saying “Daniel”.

Magnusson: I understand, the frustration you are feeling is natural and justified….but I assure you that this situation will be rectified tonight.

Wood: I want it rectified now….

Magnusson: I’m afraid there is nothing we can do until Garcia gets here….

Wood: That’s a load of (beep). I told you this last week, you could have given me Garcia’s home address and I would have gone and got the belt myself.

Magnusson: You know I cannot give out classified information like that…

Wood: But you can let some dumb redneck walk out of your building with my possession….cmon do me a favour here?

Emmy: Liam….

*Kelsey Hughes seems happy to just hold the mic between both men as the argument continues

Magnusson: We’ve been through this Liam, and I am not in a habit of repeating myself. You have my word that tonight everything will be done to return your TV Championship…..but until Garcia arrives then I cannot make anything happen.

*Wood looks annoyed as he scrapes his heel off the wall behind him

Wood: And what time are we expecting him?

Magnusson: Probably around 9ish if all goes to plan. A personal entourage from EWF is escorting him here, so it is all on our terms. Garcia will be severely reprimanded for this…

Wood: Give me five minutes alone with him, I’ll make sure he gets the punishment he deserves….

Magnusson: Every measure will be taken Liam, Garcia’s contract is very likely to be terminated.

*Crowd cheer

Wood: As long as I get my belt, and five minutes uninterrupted then I don’t care what you do with him…

Magnusson: That’s actually why I am here….

*Wood raises his eyebrows

Magnusson: You won’t be at ringside when I get the belt from Garcia…

Wood: Excuse me?

*The crowd are booing Magnusson’s decision. Emmy places her hand on Wood’s shoulder to try and calm him down.

Magnusson: Garcia caused too many issues for us last week, I will not allow him to create any more mess. I will deal with this matter as the Chief Executive of EWF and HyperEx…….

Wood: No I need to be out there, to make sure that this goes down properly…

Magnusson: Out of the question….the mood your in, coupled with unpredictability that Garcia brings to the table….there is no way I am letting you two anywhere near each other. Why don’t you take your lovely lady here out for dinner…

*Magnusson raises his eyes at Emmy, who nods her hand and grips Liam’s wrist.

Emmy: Yeah, that sounds nice doesn’t it Liam….we can celebrate…

*But Wood is focused only on Magnusson

Wood: I think I’ll stay put, if it’s all the same to you.

*Magnusson nods curtly

Wood: Not that I don’t trust you or anything…but I don’t trust you!

*Magnusson looks into Wood’s eyes and then smiles

Magnusson: Then by all means stay here in your locker room and you can wait. But your presence will not be required down at the ring, when I have your championship, I will bring it to you……ok?

*Wood looks from Emmy to Magnusson and then at the sky.

Magnusson: Do you understand, Liam, I want you to stay right here….

Wood: I understand……sir!

*Magnusson looks slightly disgruntled as he takes one more look at Wood and then walks away. Emmy grips Wood’s arm tighter.

Emmy: Come and sit down Liam, you need to relax…

*Wood looks annoyed as he grudgingly follows Emmy into the room. Emmy smiles at Kelsey and then closes the door on the scene.

Match 2
Ojore vs Mike Conrad

We are back at ringside and the crowd in fine voice as “Bonfire” by Childish Gambino echoes out and the boos ring all around. Ojore strides out onto the stage, a stern and angry look on his face, a flaming crown his hands.

JK: Would you look at this guy….

DF: There are no doubts at all why Dario Machiavelli recruited this guy for the “Fear”, he has the ability to strike fear into anyone’s heart by just looking at them…

JK: Ojore sure made his presence felt last week at the Iron Man tournament, assisting Machiavelli in various instances…including the brutal assault of Mike Conrad….

DF: And that is what leads us to this match right here….Conrad is healed up and he wants himself a piece of Ojore…

JK: But even at 100%, can Conrad compete with the sheer size and might of this man?

DF: That is what we are about to find out…

Ojore ignores the jibes and boos of the crowd as he slowly marches down to the ring. He climbs up onto the apron and easily steps over the ropes into the ring. He raises his arms in the air and then flexes his muscles, which seems to increase his stature tenfold..

JK: Dario Machiavelli will be back there watching this, knowing that Ojore and Mike Conrad are about to go to war…

DF: I think that is exactly what Ojore wants….he looks ready to cause some pain…

JK: Will Conrad be able to gain some form of retribution on the men that cost him his shot at the world championship?

DF: And don’t forget that Ojore eliminated Conrad from the TV Championship Battle Royale as well, Conrad has a huge amount of revenge on his mind…

Ojore stands and stares with unblinking eyes, towards the entranceway, and then the sound of a dustbin lorry echoes out of the speakers. The beeping grows louder and red pyros explode from the rampway as the fans break out into a thunderous ovation.

JK: Big noise in the Coliseum for Mike Conrad…

DF: The New Yorker has entered the building….

Conrad bursts out onto the stage with a smile on his face and he raises the trash can over his head with one hand, whilst raising his other fist in the air at the same time. He walks down the rampway, tagging hands with the fans as he comes…

JK: Conrad looks in a damn sight better shape than the last time we saw him…

DF: Ten days ago when he was suffering from concussion and had blood leaking from his head…..yeah he looks much better…

JK: And he has vowed retribution here tonight….

DF: Let’s see if he can back up those claims…

Conrad slaps hands with the fans and then he looks towards Ojore and breaks into a run. The cheers ring out as Conrad rolls under the bottom rope and throws the trash can towards his opponent. Ojore is able to swat the weapon away, but the momentary distraction allows Conrad to thunder into him with a spear that sends both men toppling through the middle ropes, back to the outside of the ring…

JK: And the fight is on…

DF: I wouldn’t expect any catch-as-catch-can here tonight…..these two men are fired up for a fight…..no wrestling….this is a straight up street brawl…

JK: We aren’t scheduled for a no holds barred match…

DF: I wouldn’t expect anything to follow a “schedule” in this situation….

Ojore staggers back into the announce table and Conrad charges into him again, shoving him back into the desk, almost knocking it over. He lands with right hands to the chest and head of Ojore before grabbing his arm and attempting to irish whip towards the steel steps…

JK: That is not happening…

Ojore reverses the whip with ease and he sends Conrad crashing towards the steel steps, only for MC to reach out and block the impact with his hands. Ojore charges towards him but Conrad sidesteps and uses Ojore’s momentum to shove him against the steel….BOOM!

DF: Exactly what Conrad was looking for there…

Conrad stomps down on Ojore before backing away to slap hands with the fans in the front row. He runs back at his foe and drives a heavy knee into his face, slumping him across the hard flooring. Conrad then drops ontop of Ojore and begins to unload with left and rights…

JK: There is a lot of pent up frustration in those shots….Mike Conrad’ dream was taken away from him by this man….

The referee tries to restrain the situation but Conrad pushes the official away and pulls Ojore back up, rushing him into the ringpost. Ojore staggers and then Conrad runs into him, driving a knee into the back that sends Ojore flying into the announce table again, and he slumps across the top of it.

DF: Mike Conrad is showing how ready he is for this fight…..Ojore is a tough son of a gun but Conrad is relentless…

Conrad lashes hard fists across the back of his opponent and then he walks behind the announce table and climbs up onto the security railing. The crowd are going wild as Conrad looks down at Ojore and then raises his fist in the air…

JK: Mike Conrad about to have some fun…..

DF: OR NOT!

Ojore rolls off the table and he plants a solid punch into the stomach of Conrad, doubling him over. He then lifts Conrad into a slam position before throwing him over the announce table, causing Conrad to land hard on his back on the concrete floor.

JK: That is sickening impact and a pure demonstration of the power that Ojore possesses….

DF: The guy is a freak of nature….

Ojore lets out an animalistic roar and pushes the table aside as he steps out of the announce area and drags Conrad back up, easily hauling him into the ring and then following.

JK: This match might actually be about to begin…

Ojore climbs in and Conrad immediately rushes him again, driving him back into the corner and swinging his fists in a desperate attempt to strike anything he can. Ojore manages to drive a crunching knee into the stomach of Conrad and pushes him backwards before bursting out with a monstrous clothesline, that almost turns Conrad inside out….

DF: Ojore seems like he is done with Conrad having his fun….now it is his turn to take the lead….

Conrad tries to stagger up as Ojore lands clubbing blows across his back, knocking him back down repeatedly. Conrad makes his way back up to his feet and Ojore tosses him into the corner with ease before charging in and connecting with a splash. He then grabs Conrad’s arm and pulls him out into a huge overhead belly to belly throw.

JK: If Ojore possesses even half the malevolence that his ally, Machiavelli, does then he could be a serious threat to anyone on this roster….because his strength is definitely unrivalled…

Conrad gets up again and this time Ojore scoops him up and drops him into a stiff backbreaker. He glares out at the crowd with an expressionless gaze before getting back up, running off the ropes, and returning with a jumping legdrop across the throat……………………….1…………………………….2…………………Conrad just gets his shoulder up!

DF: Conrad might be regretting his decision to go to war with Ojore early on….he should have been much smarter with his tactics…

JK: I guess he just got caught up in the moment….

Ojore picks Conrad up and buries a heavy uppercut underneath the chin of his opponent, sending him staggering back to the ropes before running at him and landing a clothesline that takes Conrad over the top rope and crashing back into the aisleway. The crowd boo as Ojore scares the referee out of his path and then follows Conrad back to the outside…

DF: Conrad needs to find something here to change the tide…

Ojore grabs Conrad by the top of the head and pulls him up, only for Conrad to land with a flurry of punches to the midsection of his opponent. He grabs Ojore’s head and seems to bite him before pushing him away and rushing forwards, landing with a flying shoulder tackle that knocks Ojore down, the back of his clattering off the ring apron…

JK: That could be exactly what Mike Conrad has been looking for…

Conrad grabs Ojore’s leg and he pulls him away from the ring and leaves him in the aisleway. He then picks himself up onto the apron and steps onto the turnbuckle from the outside of the ring, Conrad perches on the second rope and looks out at the crowd…

DF: Conrad living dangerously here……OH HE GOT HIM!

JK: Conrad is crazy…

Crowd: Let’s go Conrad x7

The crowd are cheering as Conrad comes diving off the turnbuckle to the outside and lands a sprawling elbow to the chest of his opponent. Ojore clutches his chest and rolls away in pain as Conrad gives the crowd the thumbs up and begins to crawl back to his feet…

DF: Conrad seems to be loving this kind of environment….

JK: And both men have been out of the ring for way beyond a ten count…

DF: Referee is letting them go….he knows there is no chance of stopping this brawl…

Ojore gets back up at the base of the ramp and Conrad runs at him, driving a big foot right into the chest that knocks Ojore down again. The crowd cheer as Conrad stomps down on his foe, causing him to retreat further up the rampway to the top of the stage…

JK: Ojore is actually backing away here…

DF: Or he is luring Conrad in…

Ojore uses the metal girders of the Hypertron structure to pull himself to his feet as Conrad targets his body with punishing blows and then rams his head against the side of the steel. Ojore staggers away and Conrad kicks him in the stomach….

JK: Piledriver!

Ojore counters with a big backdrop that leaves Conrad writhing in pain on the metal panels of the stage. Ojore beats his chest and then drags Conrad back up, launching him through the air and slamming him against the steel girders….

DF: This could all be about to go very wrong for Mike Conrad…

Conrad staggers back and Ojore demonstrates his power again by gorilla pressing his opponent over his head. He holds Conrad there, taunting the crowd, before dropping him chest-first onto the stage once again….Conrad is in serious pain as Ojore beckons for him to stand up…

JK: Ojore is almost toying with Conrad now…..

DF: My mother always taught me not to play with my food……

Ojore finally rags Conrad up and he stares out at the crowd before he gutwrenches Conrad up onto his shoulders and holds him there…

JK: He calls this “Thunder”…

DF: I call it game over…

Ojore is about to powerbomb Conrad down onto the stage when MC lifts his arms above his head and manages to grab the metal girders over the entranceway and pull himself off the shoulders of Ojore and dangle himself in midair.

JK: Talk about using your surroundings….

DF: But now what….he’s just hovering twelve foot above the ground, no way to go but back down….

The crowd are cheering as Ojore tries to reach up and pull Conrad back down, only for MC to kick down at the top of his opponent’s head and hands in attempt to stay out of his grasp. Conrad’s grip around the steel seems to be loosening though and he tucks his knees up under his chin and then pushes forwards, dropping from on high….

JK:INCOMING!

*Crowd cheer

The noise from the crowd is loud as Conrad lands on Ojore in an unconventional style, taking him down onto the stage. Both men stagger back up and Conrad gets in first with a kick to the stomach and then a big time double armed DDT…

DF: Nailed him, beautifully…

JK: But this isn’t a falls count anywhere match….

DF: Is it even a match?

Conrad breathes deeply as he begins to crawl back up to his feet and he looks out towards the crowd as he drags Ojore up by the head…

JK: Piledriver to follow up…

Ojore struggles against the attempted piledriver and then succeeds in swiping Conrad’s legs, dropping him down and clattering the back of his head off the steel stage. The crowd boo as Ojore holds Conrad’s legs and then drops down, slingshotting him towards the entranceway….

DF: Oh my…

Conrad tries to get his hand up but doesn’t react quick enough, his head clattering off the edge of the steel entranceway. He stumbles around near the curtain as Ojore gets back up and rushes into him, planting his head right into the chest of Conrad…

JK: Sickening…..and the force of that headbutt just put Conrad through the curtain and into the backstage area….

DF: We need cameras back there now…

Ojore just glares at the curtain, that Conrad has just disappeared through, and then he yanks it open and follows his opponent into the backstage area.

JK: We definitely need to get a cameraman back there….we have no idea what is happening….

The cameras soon follow and they show Ojore walking down the steps of the backstage entranceway and through the door into the large lobby area of the arena, but Conrad is nowhere to be seen. Ojore throws some equipment out of his way and walks further into the lobby, unable to locate his opponent anywhere.

DF: Conrad has done a bunk…..I think he had enough of getting beat down….

JK: Mike Conrad isn’t the sort of guy that just runs away…..

Ojore gets to a stack of five production cases, each about six foot high and placed in a circle, and he is about to walk inside the circle when Conrad appears in the gap, a fire extinguisher in hand…

DF: Oh damn….

The crowd can be heard cheering as Conrad sprays the extinguisher right into the eyes of Ojore, causing him to stagger away, temporarily blinded. Conrad then holds the extinguisher in a battering ram position and runs forwards….CLANG!

JK: This isn’t a NO DQ match either…

DF: I think you need to get with the picture, Johnny, this isn’t a match anymore….these two guys are just slugging it….

Ojore is laid out on the concrete floor as Conrad moves away and then comes back with a sweeping brush in his hand. Ojore begins to get back up as Conrad lashes the wooded weapon right across his spine…

JK: I guess this is for wrecking Conrad’s locker room….

Conrad hits Ojore three more times with the brush before throwing it away and then picking up a trash can. The noise from the fans in the arena can be heard as Conrad ushers Ojore to get back to his feet and he lifts the trash can over his head….

DF: Ojore may be about to take a nap…

JK: Maybe not….

Ojore’s eyes suddenly flicker to life and he rams his hand up, catching Conrad right around the throat. The big man then stands up fullest capacity and he wraps his other hand around Conrad’s throat aswell, walking him backwards towards a table full of production equipment…

DF: This could be bad for Conrad….he could be about to revisit that concussion…

JK: OH MY!

Ojore looks destined to nail the chokebomb when Conrad kicks forwards and catches him right between the legs, causing backstage crew members to groan. Ojore doubles up in agony and Conrad grabs him by the head before running him forwards and lashing him into a stack of chairs….

DF: This is just out and out chaos now…

JK: Bedlam in the backstage area…

Ojore lays slumped in a heap as Conrad takes a moment to catch his breath and then he drags a production case along the floor and lays it next to Ojore. The big man begins to stagger back up to his feet and Conrad surveys his before diving in…

DF: DUSTBUSTER!

Conrad looks for the RKO but Ojore underhooks his arms with speed and lifts Conrad into a full nelson before slamming him down ontop of the case. Conrad rolls off pain and Ojore picks up a plank of wood from the wreckage of the brawl and waits for Conrad to rise…

JK: Someone needs to alert the medics, Mike Conrad is going to need them in a few moments…

Ojore swings the plank of wood but Conrad ducks the shot, causing the wood to shatter against the wall. The impact knocks the big man off balance and Conrad shoves him away before running back into him and slamming forwards, blasting through a door to the side of the lobby…

DF: This fight is going all over the arena…

JK: Oh jeez….

The cameras pan through the open doorway and then cries of panic echo out from backstage crew members as it becomes apparent that Mike Conrad and Ojore have both fallen down a flight of stairs, and are lying in a heap at the bottom of the stairwell.

DF: These two guys have beaten each other senseless…..they could be badly hurt here…

JK: There is at least ten steps there and they have toppled to the bottom….

DF: The determination of Mike Conrad to get even with Ojore has led to this point…..this was never going to resemble a wrestling match…

JK: And they are getting back up…this is insane…

Conrad is using the stair railing to get back onto his feet as Ojore places his hands on the wall to steady his balance. They both turn towards each other and they begin to trade punches as security personnel move down the stairs to diffuse the situation…

DF: Seems like Daniel Magnusson may have given the order to stop this…

JK: I think would be the right call….these two men are hell-bent on destroying one another, an injury would be imminent if this doesn’t stop….

DF: The last thing Magnusson needs is a roster member on the shelf…..

JK: Straight up wrestling rules just aren’t going to work between these two men…

Conrad is dragged up the steps by the security as more guards stand in front of Ojore to block his path. Conrad gets to the top of the steps and he is kicking furiously, trying to break free, as Ojore just glares up at him…

DF: Conrad is too proud for his own good…he wants to carry on this fight…..

JK: Security need to get him out of here and calm him down…

Conrad: Let’s go jacka55…..I’m not done with you yet…..

Ojore continues to just stare up at Conrad and then suddenly he grabs one of the security guards by the throat and hauls him down the next flight of stairs, leaving him slumped in a heap on the landing at the bottom. Conrad looks shocked by Ojore’s ruthless behaviour…

DF: We need medics for that security guard….he took one hell of a bump there…

JK: Ojore is a monster…no trace of emotion at all…

Conrad is escorted out of the area by the security guards as Ojore just continues to glare after him, no emotion traceable in his eyes. More security guards move down the next flight of stairs to check on their colleague as medics appear on sight as well.

DF: If you thought this match was going to lead to some sort of resolution then guess again….issues between Conrad and Ojore far from over…

JK: Conrad is just going to keep look for his revenge, but he is going to have to be careful because Ojore has proven once again how dangerous he can be…

DF: And there is Machiavelli, don’t forget about the puppet master…

JK: How could I…….I really hope Conrad is developing eyes in the back of his head, because “Fear” could strike at any time…

Ojore looks down at the crowd congregated around the injured security guard and then he climbs to the top of the stairs and disappears back into the arena as the scene changes.

Official result: No contest
Match time: 10 minutes, 15 seconds

The video feed is interrupted by the TV network’s error screen. The opening sequence of the networks news show appears on the screen. A man, dressed in a blue suit that match his eyes with greased back, blonde hair, sits behind a news desk with nine monitors in the background. The middle monitor displays the network logo; the other eight around it show the faces of several people being interviewed.

News Caster
We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you this, emergency news broadcast. Moments ago the National Science Institute announced that next Monday, the twenty fifth of February, the Los Angeles area will be hit by a colossal storm like none we have ever seen. We go live to my colleague Dan Hobbs at the NSI, Los Angeles’ branch building. Dan?

The screen fades to black and opens to Dan Hobbs and a crowd of reporters, all of which are trying to be heard by their respective camera men. Dan stands before the camera with the other reporters behind him. He’s wearing a grey suit and his hear is messed up, with bags under his eyes as though he’d been dragged out of bed.

Dan Hobbs
Thank you, James. You joined me at the National Science Institute branch, here in downtown Los Angeles. We are expecting the head of the branch, Professor Templeton Fareweather to make a statement any minute now. We have recently been told that the storm due to hit may well last for a long time. How long the storm with rage for is currently unknown, however we have been told that the storm is likely to be contained to the Los Angeles area for the duration. There he is, quick John zoom in.

A man in a while lab coat, steps out of the NSI building. He’s a robust gentleman who is balding. What remains of his hair is grey. He appears to command a lot of respect. Professor Fareweather meanders towards a plinth that has been set up for him to address the gathered reporters. He pulls out note cards from his inside pocket and clears his throat.

Prof. Fareweather
Good evening. My name is Professor Templeton Fareweather, I am the head researcher of Weather department for the National Science Institute here in LA. Earlier today we discovered that a storm is brewing high up in the atmosphere above Los Angeles. We are unsure of what this storm will entail, but we are positive that it will hit the city sometime next Monday. We are also pretty sure that the storm will most likely start with rumbles of thunder. It is highly recommended that people stay indoors next Monday. If possible I would suggest that you head to large building where there are plenty of people. After all, safety in numbers. Thank you.

With that the professor turns around and heads back inside the building. The camera pans around the area and returns to Dan Hobbs.

Dan Hobbs
There you have it folks, this storm could be the worst we’ve ever seen. Once again, we are sorry for the interruption on this Friday evening and return now to your regularly scheduled program.

The news outro plays and the screen fades out, returning to the show.

*We are in the parking lot and a red convertible pulls up, just as Carlton Jacobs walks out with a camera crew surrounding him.

Jacobs: Ladies and gentlemen it is my understanding that Alex Garcia may have just entered the arena….

*The crowd cheer as the door swings open and Jimmy Phillips steps out of the car. Jacobs looks slightly crestfallen.

Phillips: Oh I’m sorry, do you want me to hop back in and drive out of the arena again…..I wouldn’t want to increase your disappoint any further…

Jacobs: No not at all, Jimmy….just thought Garcia may have been arriving….

*Phillips mockingly looks over his shoulder

Phillips: Nope, I can’t see no 6 foot jacka55 around here…….what a shame…looks like you’re going to have to make do with me….

*The crowd cheer as Phillips pulls his kitbag out of the passenger seat and then shuts the door. He walks over to Jacobs, displaying heavy strapping around his upper arm.

Jacobs: How’s the shoulder?

Phillips: Healing…..it’s not 100% but it is a damn sight better than it was. I’ve been out of the gym for the last ten days and just rested it as best I can.

Jacobs: So you have no preparation for tonight’s match?

Phillips: Mentally, I’m in the zone….and physically I am always on my game so there is nothing to sweat. They don’t call me the “Talent” for nothing….

*Phillips grins as he swings his bag over his good shoulder

Jacobs: Tonight you team with the EWF Champion, Jason Sparkz, to take on Vincent Costello and Dario Machiavelli…

*The crowd boo

Jacobs: Given what happened last week at the Iron Man tournament, are you going to be able to concentrate on the job at hand whilst Machiavelli is standing across the ring from you…

Phillips: Of course I am, I’m a trained professional and I know exactly what I need to go out there and do tonight. Sure, Machiavelli and me have some unfinished business and we’ll find a resolution to that somewhere real soon…but let’s not forget that me and Costello have a little situation to sort out as well. He took my spot in last week’s final, despite the fact that he didn’t beat me……so whichever way you to cut it, I have issues to deal with tonight with either of my opponents…..may as well kill two birds with one stone, literally!

*The crowd cheer Phillips’ intensity

Phillips: But although there are issues that need resolution, and although I have a great desire to shove my foot up both of their a55es here tonight…..I have one main goal, a real target here this evening and I will not be deviated from it.

Jacobs: What is that goal?

Phillips: To prove, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am the most deserving man on this roster of earning a EWF World Championship shot. I didn’t get a fair crack last week, and I am not one to moan and complain about it, so instead I’ll do all my talking in the ring tonight….I get to team up with the man who holds the gold, Jason Sparkz,…

*Crowd pop

Phillips: And I get the chance to prove that not only am I equal to him, but I am superior in every single department. No slight on Sparkz, I respect the hell out of him, but I wouldn’t be welcome in this business if I didn’t believe I wasn’t the best in the world. So tonight, whilst I get to carve out a little slice of own personal redemption on the two men responsible for costing me my dream last week, I have my eyes firmly set on one thing….climbing that mountain, showing all of my fans and Daniel Magnusson that there is only one man on this roster right now who deserves to be next in line for a shot at the world championship….and Carlton, you’re looking at him!

*Phillips slaps Jacobs on the shoulder and smiles before heading past him and towards the entrance of the arena.

*The scene changes and Jimmy Phillips’s interview is just ending on a monitor when the camera lifts up and shows Dario Machiavelli watching in his locker room, great interest on his face.

Machiavelli: Ah Jimmy Phillips, what a delightful little action hero you really are. Arguably my most enjoyable project to date.

*Machiavelli’s eyes glint with evil as the door of the room opens and Ojore steps inside.

Machiavelli: I saw your work, Ojore…..I am impressed…

*Ojore nods as he moves towards Machiavelli and sits down in an armchair, covered in an expensive looking throw.

Ojore: Conrad is now aware of how serious we are…..I have my reservations of whether he will return…

Machiavelli: He will….like a moth to the light, he will not be able to resist. You see, Mike Conrad and Jimmy Phillips are cut from the same cloth, they see only black and white….good and evil…….light and dark….they do not search the shadows, they do not see the deep shades of grey that surround us on a daily basis….they are blind to the truth.

To them we are the bad guys….the villains of this piece…..and they are the heroes, the righteous men who have vowed to bring us down…to end our reign of terror…

Ojore: If only they knew….

Machiavelli: Indeed, you see Ojore life isn’t as simple as good and bad……..one has to be able to look beyond the simplicity of a situation and gaze at the stark reality. What we are doing here in EWF is carrying out a well-executed experiment, an experiment with startling results that will leave even the non-believers scratching their heads.

For years I was ridiculed as a savage, of a barbarian and a sadist….but I am merely misunderstood because none have ever appreciated the greatness that I behold, until of course I met yourself. You share my ideology Ojore, that “Fear” controls us all…..and no matter how hard we try and fight, it buries itself deep within our system, eating away at our immunity until we are left weak and vulnerable…

Right now all of the boys and girls in the crowd believe that Mike Conrad and Jimmy Phillips are their saviours….that we are the flavour of this week but once our evil plot has been thwarted we will be cast asunder, but I am afraid that really is not the case.

Because we have barely even begun to strike at the very foundations that EWF has been built upon…..you and me will show them that “Fear” will devour even the sternest and valiant of hearts….there is nobody that can withstand the foul and unnerving stench of human “fear”……it will ensnare your senses and trap you within your own fragile mind……there will be no escape…

Ojore: Not for Mike Conrad….not for Jimmy Phillips….

Machiavelli: Not for EWF….Conrad and Phillips are merely the tip of the iceberg….this is a disease that we have planted from the outset….it will spread….it will contract into every orifice….there is no escape now…..everyone will eventually feel our wrath……we will bring this whole industry crashing to its knees…

*Machiavelli reaches to his side and he pulls up his handheld camera

Machiavelli: And thanks to our “followers” we are going to capture every waking nightmare that our subjects will endure…..this is going to be a masterpiece, Ojore, and when we are done there will be nobody that ever forgets what we did here……”Fear” shall rise…..and it shall conquer all…

Ojore: Fear…

*Ojore laughs to himself as he rests back in his chair and closes his eyes. The camera zooms in on him as the door opens behind him again and the sound of heels on the floor can be heard. Ojore’s eyes open and he looks up, obstructing the view of the camera.

Ojore: Is it done…

*A female voice answers

???: It is…

*Machiavelli smiles

Machiavelli: And now we wait….I assure you Ojore, this is a game that even an insular soul such as yourself will enjoy playing….

*The female’s outline can barely be made out as she stands in the shadows of the room. Machiavelli and Ojore turn to a bank of monitors that have been erected on the wall. Most of them are fuzzy but one is just coming into focus in the middle.

Machiavelli: I have a match to prepare for….but you know what to do Ojore……soon we will be able to broadcast our entire show live…..but for now, this shall be more than adequate…

*Machiavelli turns to the figure in the shadows

Machiavelli: You have performed well….you shall be rewarded for this…

???: Thank you, sir…

*Machiavelli stands and nods at Ojore before walking past him and into the changing area. Ojore’s eyes focus back on the bank of monitors, his gaze intently staring at the middle monitor, displaying the inside of Daniel Magnusson’s office.

*We are back at ringside with Jonathan Kelly and Donovan Franklin.

JK: What the hell is going on with Machiavelli?

DF: Seems like he has worked himself a nice little surveillance situation…

JK: But how did he get a camera in Magnusson’s office?

DF: Beats me, but seems like he has a few more “followers” as well as Ojore…

JK: That is frightening to think…..a female as well by the looks of things…

DF: You remember what Mike Conrad said after he was found beat up in the parking lot last week?

JK: That he heard…oh my….he said he heard the sound of heels…

DF: Exactly….now tell me Machiavelli and “Fear” weren’t involved…

JK: I don’t think you can argue it….seems stonewall to me….

“The boss” by James Brown echoes out of the speakers and there is a good reception from the crowd as Daniel Magnusson comes striding back onto the stage. He looks a little frustrated as he quickly marches down to the ring and takes a microphone from Rick Ambrose. Magnusson climbs up into the ring and immediately signals to the truck to cut his music.

JK: Seems like Daniel Magnusson is getting straight down to business…

DF: He gave Garcia an ultimatum….and the boys in the back say Garcia hasn’t turned up…

JK: Seems strange, because Garcia said he would be here…

DF: Never trust a Texan, Johnny…

*Magnusson surveys the raucous crowd as he lifts the mic up to his mouth

Magnusson: To be honest with you guys, I thought I would be out here with good news….

JK: I don’t like the sound of that….

Magnusson: I had a guarantee from Alex Garcia himself that he would be here tonight with the EWF Championship in his possession, to hand back to Liam Wood, in return for not terminating his contract with this company.

Crowd: Fire his a55 x10

Magnusson: Believe me, that is not something I wanted to do. I am trying to build a franchise here, and slowly but surely we are gathering all the pieces of a very fine jigsaw puzzle. It was never my intention to show anybody the door in these early stages, especially considering how happy I was with all of the men that signed contracts with us just a few short weeks ago…

But Garcia has crossed a line, he has crossed too many boundaries in a short space of time and I can’t just turn a blind eye to that. He was given an ultimatum, to show up here tonight to save his career with EWF…..but he hasn’t done that……he’s defied me again, let us all down…

DF: I don’t get why Garcia is doing this…

Magnusson: I won’t be made to look weak, it is important to start this venture as we mean to go on and that is exactly what I intend on doing. Alex Garcia will not continue to stain the growing reputation of EWF, I will not allow it………….

I had to work hard to make sure Liam Wood didn’t come out here….I wanted to make this as civil as possible….clear the air and give Alex Garcia a chance to explain himself…….but it seems that I am doing an awful lot for no return, no more will that happen….

So I am out here for one sole reason……not something I particularly enjoy in any aspect of my job….whether for HyperEx or EWF but sometimes tough decisions must be made for the greater good….this company cannot grow if we are constantly being dragged down by a mercenary………so it gives no pleasure to make this announcement but as of this point forwards….Alex Garcia is here by….

JK: Wow!

*Magnusson stops himself short as “Seven Nation Army” echoes out of the speakers, to a loud pitch of boos from the EWF faithful. There is a pause and then Alex Garcia pushes out onto the top of the stage, a stern expression on his face. He is dressed in a black t-shirt, jeans and brown boots, with the EWF TV Title slung over his shoulder. Garcia is chewing a cocktail stick and has a microphone in his hand as he begins to walk down toward the ring.

DF: Ask and you shall receive…..Alex Garcia is here in the Coliseum…

JK: And talk about cutting it fine….he was literally a second away from losing his job…

DF: There is still time…

*Garcia looks up at Daniel Magnusson and smirks before turning to the crowd in disgust. He slowly walks around the ring with an air of arrogance before finally climbing up onto the apron and stepping through the ropes.

JK: Daniel Magnusson has the patience of a saint…

DF: I can only imagine what Liam Wood is doing right now….

JK: Probably using every ounce of mental ability to restrain himself…

*Garcia walks around Magnusson and then stops in front of his boss and looks him up and down. Chants of “you suck” and “a55hole” ring all around.

Magnusson: Alex, I’m glad you decided to turn up…

Garcia: Please cut the crap Magnusson, don’t make a joke of this situation and do not continue to paint me in a light that directs all of the attention off you.

Magnusson: I have done no such thing…

Garcia: No? You knew I was going to be here tonight, I told you that only an hour ago on the telephone and yet here you are, telling the world that I bailed out on our deal and seconds away from ripping up my contract.

*Magnusson just looks at Garcia

Garcia: By my understanding, there is still another match tonight so this show is nowhere near finished. And yet here you are, jumping the gun and preparing to make the biggest mistake of your life. I didn’t set a time, or a place….all I told you was, I would be here and now here I am. Because unlike you, I actually stick to the facts…I tell the truth, whether you or any of these fat nobodies want to hear it or not!

*Crowd boo furiously

Magnusson: Alex, you are twisting my words and creating a conspiracy that does not exist.

Garcia: I know that’s what you want them all to think but please do not patronise me, Magnusson, because this whole place is built on conspiracy and under-handed dealings. Every wrestling promotion around the world is, it is corrupt and rotten at the very foundations and until somebody changes the entire landscape of this (beep) then nothing will ever be different.

Magnusson: Underhanded? Do you mean like you stealing that championship, it does not belong to you Alex…

Garcia: I made a statement, I wanted the attention and I got exactly what I was looking for.

Magnusson: You had no right to be in that ring…

Garcia: Because of you…you stopped me from competing and I showed you exactly what happens when you screw around with my livelihood.

Magnusson: You attacked two referees…..you disobeyed my orders….

Garcia: I put on a show, will you please wake up and smell your hypocrisy. This is sports entertainment and thanks to me you got exactly what you were looking for. Were you not entertained, Daniel? Was your crowd not happy with my actions?

Magnusson: You went too far….

Garcia: Did I? because by my reckoning I didn’t go far enough. You knew exactly what you were getting when you approved my contract so don’t try and turn this around on me now. You wanted a goddamn pantomime villain and I gave you exactly what you were looking for, so what happened, cold feet? Or maybe somebody higher up the hierarchy pulled rank on you……stop being a politician and tell the world the truth, Magnusson…

*Magnusson sighs and shakes his head

Magnusson: Sorry to disappoint you Alex but this is really very simple. You see I don’t care what member of the roster you put your hands on, non-stop action is exactly what I am looking for, but putting your hands on my staff, on the officials and you can be sure that you will face the consequences.

Garcia: Then it seems we have reached a dilemma…..because if it is an apology your looking for then you are barking up the wrong tree. I did what I did because I don’t like this veiled truth bull(beep) that your pulling…I tell the truth whether you like it or you don’t….and I am not going to change my ways. I’ll give back this championship, but I won’t beg for my job…

Magnusson: And I won’t ask you to. Hand over the belt and we draw a line in the sand, Alex, but I assure you my stance will not change on any circumstance. You are a valued employee of EWF….but you will be reprimanded if you cross my boundaries again….

*Garcia smirks

Garcia: I’m not done…..

*Magnusson raises his eyebrows

Garcia: I’ll give Wood his precious championship back, and I’ll toe your invisible line…..but I want a few things in return.

Magnusson: I wasn’t aware this was a negotiable situation…

Garcia: Now you are…..

*The crowd boo

Garcia: In return for my co-operation, you are going to make me the mandatory number one contender for this championship…

*The crowd boo again

JK: He can’t just dictate like this…

DF: And yet here he stands…

Magnusson: No deal…..i’ll offer you a number one contenders match next week on Conflict, if you win you get a shot….take it or leave it…

*Garcia weighs up the situation and then nods in satisfaction

Garcia: And you will also upgrade my contract…..oh yeah I’m going there…because this isn’t just about bull(beep) pride…..i’m making a statement because I want more money….anybody tells you they aren’t in this for the money then they are a goddamn liar…..I want what I deserve….

Magnusson: And what is that?

Garcia: Let’s be honest here, the fact that I am in the lowest bracket of $25,000 is quite frankly insulting…..my actions in the last week alone has drawn the media attention on this place, you owe me Magnusson, whether your man enough to admit or not……..you upgrade me to bracket two….I want $75,000….

*Magnusson shakes his head

Magnusson: You have got a few people talking, Alex, by I will not be held to some ludicrous ransom. You will stay at the statutory $25,000…

*Garcia looks annoyed

Magnusson: However, if you win your number one contender’s match next week and then you go onto win the TV Championship, I’ll upgrade you to a $50,000 contract. You don’t get a sniff of $75,000 until I know you are toeing the line…..and you have proven that you have what it takes to challenge the top tier of this promotion…

Garcia: I don’t think your understanding me…

Magnusson: No I believe it is you who is confused, Alex. I will make certain changes to accommodate you, because I am all about second chances but I will not be made a fool of. You are not bigger than this company, Alex, far from it……so you can either take my offer or you can take your a55 out of my building…

*Crowd pop and Garcia looks annoyed

Garcia: You really want to push this? I know your desperate to get this show on television, Magnusson, but I am telling you now that if my demands are not met you can kiss goodbye to me and this championship….I’ll walk out of here and you’ll never see this gold ever again…

*Magnusson raises his mic to speak but Garcia cuts him off

Garcia: And sure, you can replace it….but it will never be the original. And you’ll be parading a false championship in your false little company….whilst I sit at home and wait for the phone to ring, an offer from the big leagues. Then I’ll take this belt and I’ll ruin it on national television….I’ll make a mockery of you, and your pathetic excuse of a company……this belt will be…

DF: Business just picked up…

*The crowd roar as “I killed the prom queen” screams out of the speakers. Daniel Magnusson looks annoyed as he turns towards the stage and Liam Wood comes storming out, fury etched all over his face. Garcia looks at Wood with a smirk.

JK: Seems like Liam Wood has heard enough….

DF: He’s coming to get his championship back…

JK: And Alex Garcia is not running…

DF: I don’t know if Magnusson can prevent a fight here….

*Wood has no time to reach out and tag hands with the fans as he marches down to ringside and quickly jumps up onto the apron. He tries to climb into the ring but Magnusson cuts him off.

Magnusson: I told you not to come out here, Liam….

Wood: You also told me you’d sort this situation out…..doesn’t look too good to me right now…

*Garcia is smiling as Magnusson and Wood continue to argue

Magnusson: Go back and I will take care of this…

Wood: I’m not going anywhere without my belt….

*Garcia holds the TV Title up in the air and the crowd boo. Wood tries to shove his way into the ring but Magnusson holds firm

Magnusson: Fine, stay by all means but stay outside of the ring…..I am dealing with the situation…

*Wood looks into Magnusson’s eyes with displeasure and then drops down off the apron.

Garcia: There’s a good boy, Liam, nice to see you’ve got that little temper of yours under control…

*Wood snarls

Garcia: Or maybe that lovely little girlfriend of yours just finished milking you?.....is she free of charge or does she require a fee, because I have a little tension that needs relieving myself…

*The crowd are booing as Garcia smiles down at Wood, who is doing everything he can to stay restrained.

Magnusson: You’ve had your fun now, Alex, I think it’s time you handed back that championship….

Garcia: No problem….just agree to my demands and you have a deal….

*Magnusson looks annoyed as he stares around at the crowd, outside to Liam Wood and then back to Alex Garcia.

Magnusson: I’ll immediately up your pay to $50,000….but you don’t get $75,000 until you earn it…..and you’ve got your number one contenders match…

*The crowd boo

Garcia: Not what I asked for, but it seems fairly reasonable…..I brought my attorney with me tonight and he will be drawing up the papers as we speak, so don’t forget to sign when you get back to your office…

*Magnusson is stone-jawed as he looks into the arrogant face of Alex Garcia

Garcia: If you just valued your employees a little more, Daniel, then all of this could have been avoided….here, you whining little b1tch…..catch!

*Garcia holds the TV Championship and then slings it over the top rope, causing it slam down on the floor as Liam Wood’s feet. Viper looks furious as he glares up at Garcia and then picks up his championship and throws it over his shoulder.

Garcia: Look I’m done here….you got what you wanted….and I got what I wanted, in essence…so let’s call it a day….I’ll be back in ten days….and when that happens…

*He points out to Liam Wood

Garcia: I’m coming for that……and this time, no matter how much you cry and moan about it….you won’t be getting it back…

*The intensity is flaring as Magnusson stares from Garcia to Wood and around at the thunderous ovation from the fans. He smiles as he steps to the side.

Magnusson: With all due respect, Alex…..I got what I wanted from this situation….so did you…..and so did Liam…….we all avoided mass conflict………..but EWF is built on something much more important than that….

*Magnusson points around to all the fans, who cheer even louder

Magnusson: They pay good money to get in here……and so far they haven’t got what they wanted out of this situation….

*Garcia looks at Magnusson with confusion

Magnusson: You said you want to be an entertainer, right?.....Well then please, do not let me stop you….

JK: What the….

DF: Oh yes!

*Magnusson smiles and climbs out through the ropes onto the apron as Liam Wood throws his championship on the ground and bursts into the ring. Garcia barely has time to register as Wood slams into a double legged takedown and begins to pound with furious lefts and rights…Garcia frantically tries to cover up and he tucks his knees up near his chest and then manages to roll over ontop of Wood…..

JK: These two men are gonna tear each other’s heads off…

DF: That’s what these fans pay to see…they want to see Garcia get his a55 kicked…

*Garcia tries to fire down with sickening forearms to the face of Wood, but Viper grabs ahold of him and performs a martial arts throw that sends Garcia rolling across the canvass. They both get back up to their feet and Garcia looks for a running boot but Wood ducks it and kicks Garcia in the gut….

JK: VIPER…

*Wood looks to execute the pedigree but Garcia struggles and drags his arms free of the underhook before countering with a backdrop, much to the crowd’s displeasure. Wood gets back up and Garcia kicks him in the stomach.

DF: CATALINA….

*Garcia looks for the stunner but Wood pushes him away and then follows up with a thunderous clothesline that sends Garcia flying over the top rope and rolling backwards twice into the aisleway.

*Crowd pop

JK: I think Alex Garcia would be wise to get the hell out of there….

DF: Without a doubt….that is one pi55ed of Viper and he ain’t losing a fight tonight…..

*The crowd are on their feet, applauding, as Wood picks up his TV Championship and stares out at Garcia, who is retreating up the rampway. Garcia is pointing back at Wood and trash talking as Wood beckons for him to come back, whilst holding his championship in the air.

JK: Liam Wood has got his championship back….

DF: But Alex Garcia has his eyes firmly set on acquiring that gold….ten days’ time on Conflict he has a number one contender’s match…….he is gunning for that belt…

JK: Looks to me like Viper welcomes that challenge, he wants a bigger piece of Garcia…

DF: Garcia certainly got more than he came for……he got his contract upgrade, he got his number one contender’s match….but he also got his a55 whipped by Liam Wood….

JK: Much to the delight of the EWF faithful…

DF: Daniel Magnusson is a wise man…..he knows exactly how to treat these fans…

JK: And I am sure Alex Garcia is going to be seriously peed off with his boss’ actions right there….

DF: Expect backlash from this……but hey, it makes great viewing….so I’ll take plenty more of it…

JK: You and me both….

*Wood stands on the ropes and poses with his championship as Garcia looks back down with disgust and then exits through the curtain.

*We move into the backstage area as Kelsey Hughes is standing by.

Kelsey: Hi guys….right now I am joined by the man of the moment, your EWF World Champion….Jason Sparkz!

*Crowd pop as Sparkz walks into shot, dressed in his ring attire and a trademark hooded top.

Sparkz: How are you Kelsey?...looking fine as ever…

*Kelsey smiles and blushes slightly

Kelsey: Jason, in just a few minutes you face your first match as the EWF Champion……a tag team contest where you will pair with Jimmy Phillips against the duo of Dario Machiavelli, and the man you defeated to win that championship, Vincent Costello……do you feel a larger sense of expectation on your shoulders now that you represent this company as a champion?

*Sparkz smiles as he shifts the gleaming championship belt onto his shoulder, drawing more cheers from the crowd.

Sparkz: Obviously, I know now that wherever I go I am expected to conduct myself in a manner befitting of a champion….whether it is during these interviews, when I am out for dinner, or when I am out in the ring….I am in the spotlight and all eyes are on me to represent EWF…..but pressure, it’s all natural to me.

I excel when my back is against the wall and the odds are stacked against me, I proved that last week at the Iron Man Tournament and I will continue to prove it whenever I am called upon to do so, I have no worries about what lies ahead of me.

I have dreamed from a very small age of this moment, when I can stand in front of the world as number one…..the champion…..top of the mountain…….and whilst I may have been caught up in the adulation and celebration over the last ten days, now my mind is focused once more….and I am ready for anything and everything.

Kelsey: I’m sure your fans will be very glad to hear that…..but a little question about your opposition, and your partner for that matter….surely you are aware that now there is a bullseye on your chest and every man on this roster will be gunning for you?

Sparkz: It comes with the territory does it not, this is what I wanted so now I will have to deal with any obstacle along the way. I know how talented this roster is, I know that every guy in the back is going to want a piece of me…..gunning for a shot at this…

*He holds up the championship

Sparkz: And I welcome their challenge, because in order to be remembered as a titan in the annals of time I need to prove that I am not some ten day wonder, I need to show the world that I am more than just a flash in the pan……

But any potential challenger should know that I don’t intend on giving up this championship for anyone, ever….and if you are lucky enough to earn a shot then you better bring all you have and then some, because you will find me on top of my game each and every time….this is my life, my dream, and I’m not letting go…

The fans were kind enough to welcome me in on my very first night…..they opened up their hearts to me and I am grateful for all of their support…..without them I wouldn’t be standing here in this position…..so when you come at me, you’re not just facing Jason Sparkz….your facing all of these fans….and together we are making history…

Kelsey: I wish you luck tonight, Jason, not that you need it….and we look forward to another of your breath-taking performances…

Sparkz: Only one thing breath-taking around here, Kelsey….and that’s your beauty….

*She giggles nervously as Sparkz smirks and then backs out of the shot, he looks into the camera

Sparkz: See you out there guys…

*There is a cheer from the crowd as Sparkz gives them the thumbs up and then turns on his heel, exiting the scene.

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 changes and Daniel Magnusson is just settling himself at his desk. He presses the intercom on his phone.

Magnusson: Sandra…

*A voice echoes over the speaker

Sandra: Yes Mr Magnusson?

Magnusson: Forward all of my calls to my answer phone for the rest of the evening, I have had enough for one day…

Sandra: Absolutely sir, no problem.

Magnusson: Thank you!

*He presses off the intercom and is just sitting back in his chair when the door of his office barges open.

Magnusson: Excuse me….don’t just push your way in here…

*The crowd can be heard booing as Vincent Costello is shown staring across at Magnusson. His hair is slicked back and his eyes are full of menace.

Costello: We need to talk…

Magnusson: Actually you need to get out to the ring and put on a show…you have a match right now…

Costello: And they can wait for me, I have something that we need to discuss…

*Magnusson sighs as he sits up in his chair

Magnusson: To what do I owe this pleasure then, Mr Costello?

Costello: Let’s cut the (beep) here Magnusson….we both know that right now it should be my face on all of the posters….me doing all of the interviews……I should be the EWF Champion…

Magnusson: And yet, your not…

Costello: Exactly….I was the victim of..

*Magnusson holds up his hand

Magnusson: Enough, Vincent, enough. Do you really think I was born yesterday? You, a victim? Cmon now let us be serious about things for a moment….

Costello: Oh I’m being serious….Sparkz stole his way to victory……he used the exposed turnbuckle to knock me out so that he could win….

Magnusson: You exposed the turnbuckle in the first place…..and let’s not forget about the frequent use of brass knuckles throughout the Iron Man….the fact that you didn’t officially defeat Jimmy Phillips ringing any bells?.......if you want to go down the victim route then there is plenty of evidence to support the opposite side here Vincent….so, as you quite adequately put it, let’s cut the (beep) and we can talk on an understandable level here…

*Costello stares at Magnusson and then he smirks

Costello: Ok, I’ll level with you here……look at this…

*He points to a poster on the wall of Jason Sparkz holding up the EWF Championship

Costello: Is the representation you think your company needs? Is this the message you want to be spreading through the media? The goody two shoes champion, who defied the odds and overcame the obstacles….sure it reads well in a feature article of Women’s Own….but this is pro-wrestling, this is supposed to be an edgy product…..and you need a true leader…..somebody capable of transcending us into the spotlight…..

Magnusson: And who might that be?

*Costello slicks his hair back even more and raises his eyebrows

Costello: Your looking at your guy right here, you give me the ball and I’ll run further then you could ever imagine. I’ll put you precious company on the map and I’ll sell out arenas globally, I have that kind of ability, I am capable of that feat.

Sparkz isn’t your guy…..he’s a poster boy with a pretty image that attracts the kiddies and has the females swooning, but he doesn’t bring the die-hard through those doors……he doesn’t equal pay per view buys…..I do…

Sure, he’ll do the interviews and the autograph signings…..he may even give a vanilla performance on Jay Leno but he won’t bring you the kind of attention you are looking for…..he isn’t the dollar in your cap kind of kid….you put your hopes and dreams in a guy like Jason Sparkz and this place will never get off the ground, I guarantee it…

You might not like me, these fans might not like me but I say it how it is and you know I am talking the truth. In order for you to produce mass ticket sales….for you to attract the TV deals and the big name sponsors, you need to make an impression…you need drama….you need talking points….I’ll give you everything you damn well need…..

Magnusson: And what do you get out of the deal?

Costello: I get the glory I deserve…I get my rightful shot at Sparkz and I get to teach him the lesson that his daddy never did…….I get to see my name in lights, and I will go down in history as the guy that made this industry relevant once again…….this makes sense….you know it…

Magnusson: You know what Vincent, I can see you truly believe in what you say…but I’m not looking for words, I can get all the talk I need from any corporate executive that works underneath me…..I can get all the conversations I need from my friends and family…..what I am looking, what the fans of this promotion are looking for is action…..instead of hearing about it, they want to see it, up close and personal…

Costello: What the hell are you saying?

Magnusson: I’m saying, cute speech but I’m gonna pass…..Jason Sparkz is the world heavyweight champion because he beat you….twice…

*Costello looks thunderous

Magnusson: He defeated five men in a forty eight hour period and he earned the privilege to represent this company and I am damn proud to call him a champion.

*The crowd cheer as the grimace on Costello’s face grows uglier by the second

Magnusson: And heck, you can have your shot at him….you can have as many shots at the world title as you want….but you’ll damn well prove you deserve it before you starting barging in here and making demands…I don’t just hand out world title opportunities to anyone…..you earn that chance…..and I will not be making any announcement on a number one contender until I see definitive evidence that a certain individual is worthy….so what I suggest is that you concentrate less on my job….and more on your own….you have a match….

*Costello looks thunderous as he looks back at the poster of Sparkz and then at Daniel Magnusson. He sneers as he backs into the doorway.

Costello: Big mistake….real big mistake……..you want proof, oh you’ll get it…..and by time I’m finished, there won’t even be scraps for the rest of these a55holes to feed on……..you won’t give me what I want, then best believe I am going to take it….take everything, leave nothing…..I want you to remember that!

*Costello clicks his tongue and slicks his hair back again before walking out of the doorway and out of the scene. Magnusson sighs again and lounges back in his chair.

Magnusson: Just another day in the office…

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

JK: Can you believe the nerve of Costello, just expecting to be handed a title shot?

DF: Kid has balls, but in order to be a world champion you need to be willing to put in the graft…you need to prove that you’re the standout contender…

JK: And that is why our following main event is such a huge deal…..this is a prime opportunity for three of these men to prove why they should be next in line to challenge Jason Sparkz for the world heavyweight championship………..

DF: And a big night for Jason Sparkz….this is his coronation evening, first show and first match as the champion……..time for him to shine….

JK: All the makings of a classic…

The lights in the arena dim and then “People are strange” echoes out to a chorus of boos from the crowd inside the Coliseum. Red pyrotechnics flash into the air and then the word “Fear” appears across the Hypertron screen. Dario Machiavelli walks onto the stage, dressed in a long black cloak, and his handheld camera in his clutches, filming the reaction of the fans.

DF: The strangest guy on the roster by a country mile…

JK: I think Wells gives him a run for his money but Machiavelli is certainly a front runner….he also happens to be a dangerous mastermind at the same time…

DF: The brain behind the “Fear” campaign… and boy did this guy make an impression last week at the Iron Man….

JK; Responsible for the injuries sustained by both Mike Conrad and Jimmy Phillips, this guy is extremely unorthodox in his methods and he will provide a very stern test for his opposition in this match…

DF: Considering that we still don’t know what this guy’s motives are, and the fact that his “following” seems to be growing…..I would say Machiavelli is seriously in the frame for a world title shot….

Machiavelli smiles as the crowd boo him and then he removes his robe and lays it at the foot of the steps before climbing up into the ring. He continues to film the crowd as he paces around the ring and then “Godfather” creeps out to yet even more boos.

JK: This is the man that came within three minutes of leaving the Iron Man tournament as the EWF World Champion….

DF: And man is that eating him up inside….Costello can make all the excuses he wants but bottom line, he didn’t get the job done last time out….

JK: He missed his opportunity…..and as Daniel Magnusson just told him, if he wants another one then he needs to prove why he deserves it…

Purple fireworks erupt over the front of the entranceway and then Vincent Costello comes bustling out into view. He twists his head to the side and breathes in the atmosphere before slicking back his hair with a smile. The boos from the crowd continue as he makes his way down to the ring and begins to remove his t-shirt, which he promptly uses to cover up a woman’s head in the front row and then turns to her boyfriend and says “definite bagjob”.

DF: Costello showed just how could he can be during his five matches last week….but the fact remains that he came up short and history will remember that…..

JK: Only way he can rectify that situation is by making an impression here tonight and over the coming weeks….he needs to show that he belongs at the top table in this industry and prove that his actions are just as loud as his words…

Costello continues to argue with fans in the front row before backing away and climbing up onto the apron. He steps through the ropes and looks Machiavelli up and down before climbing onto the turnbuckle and motioning a belt around his waist. Massive cheers then begin to reverberate all around as “Cold Ash” echoes out of the speakers…

DF: But these guys aren’t the only ones who are determined to make an impression tonight…

JK: Jimmy Phillips’ route through the Iron Man tournament was hampered by a bad shoulder injury….an injury caused by Dario Machiavelli and Ojore…..

DF: And even after he somehow fought through the pain, he was robbed by Vincent Costello in the semi-finals….

JK: So to say that Jimmy Phillips had a case of retribution with both of his opponents tonight would be an understatement….

Phillips pushes his way out onto the stage and he points out to the fans and taps his heart in appreciation of their support. He walks from one side of the stage to the other with a wide smile on his face before unzipping his trademark hoody and throwing it to the fans.

DF: That shoulder is heavily strapped up, so you know the opposition are going to be gunning straight for it…

JK: A chipped bone does not heal over night….but Phillips believes it will not hinder him this evening, he seems as confident as ever…

DF: And let’s not forget that he has vowed to make a statement here tonight…

JK: Phillips is another man who is itching to stake his claim to the world championship….

Phillips slaps hands with the fans around ringside and then he gazes up at Machiavelli and Costello, who both stare back at him. He paces around the ring and then jumps up onto the apron, sending red pyros shooting from all four turnbuckles.

DF: So we have three…..but Jimmy Phillips needs his partner…..the man this crowd has been waiting for all night….

JK: Are you ready for an ovation….

The referee stands in between the three competitors in the ring as a silver lightning bolt seems to fall from the rafters and then explodes in a deafening thunderbang at the front of the stage. Smoke plumes sail high into the air and the crowd roar as “Lose yourself” blasts out of the soundsystem.

DF: Every fan inside the Coliseum is on their feet…

JK: The champion has arrived…

The smoke clears and a hooded figure bursts out onto the stage and throws their hands up into the air, drawing a bigger reaction from the crowd. The figure then removes the hood and unzips the jacket, revealing the EWF Championship strapped around the waist.

DF: Jason Sparkz dreamed his whole life of the day when he could stand as a world heavyweight champion….and now his dream has come true, he is the man, number one with a bullet…..EWF Champion….

JK: He earned that right with blood, sweat, tears and some ridiculous hard work at the Iron Man Tournament….he cemented his place in the annals of time…

Jason Sparkz smiles as he unstraps the EWF Championship from around his waist and then holds it high above his head, drinking in the amazing reception he is being afforded by the crowd. He reaches out and touches their hands, really caught up in the moment.

JK: You can see exactly what this means to Jason Sparkz….this is his moment…

DF: Absolutely…I urge him to enjoy it, because in a few moments he will be straight back into business…..Sparkz needs to represent himself and this company as a true champion from this point forward….and considering that the three men in his ring have their eyes on his prized possession means the pressure is on…

Sparkz finishes up with the fans and then he climbs up onto the ring apron. He walks along the side and then vaults over the top rope into the ring. He nods respectfully at Jimmy Phillips and then ignores his opponents as he climbs the ropes and poses with his championship belt, as the camera flashbulbs go off all around.

JK: This really is a star-studded main event attraction on our first ever addition of EWF Conflict…..

DF: It is a terrific lineup and I cannot wait to get started….plenty of incentives for all of these athletes involved…

JK: Well Daniel Magnusson is watching and he is expecting to be impressed….so time to step up to the plate…

The referee stands in between all four men as Sparkz climbs down and hands his championship over to the referee, who then passes it out to the timekeeper as Costello, Phillips and Machiavelli all glare at the title belt. The official then goes through the rules with all competitors…

JK: Original tag team rules…..one fall to a finish….EWF Conflict main event…..here we go…

DF: Our world champion starting us out….with the leader of the “Fear”, Dario Machiavelli…

Sparkz and Machiavelli stare at each other as the bell sounds out to begin the matchup. They circle each other, their eyes unblinking, and then they lunge forwards into a lockup.

JK: These two men did battle in a hellacious “barbed wire massacre” match last week…

DF: And it was Sparkz that came out on top, something Machiavelli will not have forgotten…

Sparkz tries to turn the arm of Machiavelli and slip behind into a waistlock but Machiavelli swivels his body at the same time and counters with a backdrop/hiptoss. Sparkz gets back up and Machiavelli launches stiff chops against his chest before grabbing his arm and whipping him off the ropes…

JK: Machiavelli starting brightly…

DF: Maybe not so bright…

The crowd cheer as Sparkz flies back and takes Dario off his feet with a spinning heel kick. Machiavelli gets back up and Sparkz ducks an attempted clothesline before landing with a hard backheel kick to the stomach, doubling Dario over, and then runs off the ropes….

JK: Running neckbreaker!

Machiavelli spins out of the attempted neckbreaker and kicks Sparkz in the gut before looking for a suplex. Sparkz floats over the back of his opponent and pushes him into the corner before running in and connecting with a flying double knee strike to the chest…

DF: Sparkz with that unique offense…

JK: It all stems from his amazing speed…

Machiavelli staggers back out and Sparkz boots him in the stomach and nails him with a faceplant suplex…………………1……………………………….2……………………shoulder up. Sparkz gets back up to his feet and he makes the tag to Jimmy Phillips…

DF: Time to get the “Talent” involved….

Phillips climbs into the ring as Sparkz pushes Machiavelli towards him, and he scoops Dario up into a powerful scoop slam. Phillips then runs off the ropes and returns with a big jumping elbow drop to the chest…

JK: Phillips is going to have a lot of revenge on his mind here….Machiavelli is the reason he has that shoulder injury….

Machiavelli staggers up and Phillips rocks him back with thunderous right hands before grabbing his arm and sending him crashing into the corner. Machiavelli slams against the turnbuckle and then Phillips charges in after, scoring with a heavy clothesline…

DF: When Phillips gets going he is like an unstoppable freight train…..such a powerful individual…

JK: And we were not able to see the best of his offense last time out due to that injury…

Machiavelli staggers out of the corner and Phillips scoops him up onto his shoulders and holds him there before throwing him into a fireman’s slam (AA) and makes the cover…
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JK: Machiavelli might have all the plans formulated in his mind but right now it isn’t helping him one single bit….

Phillips grabs Dario by the hair and he rags him up, only for Machiavelli to jam his thumb right into JP’s eye. Phillips staggers away, blinded, as Machiavelli makes the tag to Vincent Costello….

DF: That’s one way to alleviate the pressure on yourself…

Costello climbs through the ropes and quickly runs into Phillips with a clothesline. Phillips gets back up and Costello grabs him and slams a knee into the top of his head, staggering him back into the corner. Vincent follows his opponent in and is relentless with an assault to the body and head of Phillips….

JK: Costello demonstrating his street brawling…..

DF: He was taught well….

The referee intervenes on the count of four and Costello smiles before kicking Phillips in the gut for good measure. He backs away with a smile and then pulls Phillips out into the centre and scoops him onto his shoulders…..

JK: Looking for the GTS….

Phillips elbows his way off the shoulders of Costello and drops behind, immediately hooking both of his foe’s arms into a full nelson…

DF: That was questionable….

JK: The referee’s view was blocked off there…but that looked low….

The crowd are booing as Phillips releases the full nelson and staggers away in pain, as though he has taken a heavy blow below the belt. Costello pleads his innocence to the referee and then bursts forwards and kicks Phillips in the temple, sending him scattering through the middle ropes to the outside of the ring.

DF: Costello is the king of the roughhouse tactics….he knows every trick in the book…

JK: He has a very specialized repertoire alright….

Costello ignores the referee as he climbs out onto the apron and then dives off with a double axe handle to the spine of Phillips, The crowd boo and Costello laughs at them as he stomps down on JP next to the ringside barrier….

DF: Costello really isn’t going to be bothered about what these fans have to say……he’s impervious to it all….

The referee’s count reaches five as Costello rams Phillips back into the ring apron and then grabs his arm and slams it down on the canvass, causing Phillips to fall down in pain. Costello smiles as he climbs back into the ring on the count of seven….

JK: Costello went right back to that injured arm there and that can change things….

DF: A sustained attack on the arm of Phillips could turn this match into a handicap bout….

Phillips is back up on the apron at the count of eight and Costello drags him through the middle rope and spins him into a corkscrew neckbreaker…………………..1………………………………….2…………….foot on the ropes from Jimmy Phillips.

JK: Costello falling into a rhythm now and that is dangerous for the opposition…

Costello stands up and he stomps down on the arm of Phillips before kneeling over him and connecting with stiff crossface punches to the face. Costello rakes his foot across the back of JP’s head and then runs off the ropes, returning with a jumping kneedrop that slams right into the back of Phillips’ skull…

DF: That is horrible to watch…

1………………………………2…………………………shoulder up. Costello gets back to his feet and he drops and elbow into Phillips’ chest before getting up again and making the tag to Dario Machiavelli. Phillips slowly begins to stand as Machiavelli creeps up behind him and nails a russian legsweep………………………..1……………………2………………shoulder up

JK: Phillips in a world of trouble in this instant…he needs to make a tag….

Machiavelli kneels over Phillips and he chokes him to the count of four before raking his nails down the neck and chest of his foe. Phillips slowly stumbles back up to his feet and Machiavelli lifts him into an inverted atomic drop before whipping JP into the corner and following in with a running stinger splash.

DF: Machiavelli starting to show his own credentials now…

JK: He is no slouch….

Phillips falls out of the corner and Dario lashes at his chest with hard knife edge chops before grabbing his arm and whipping him off the ropes. Machiavelli lowers his head on the comeback for a backdrop but JP crashes his foot up into the face of Machiavelli, staggering him back…

DF: GAME-CHANGER!

Phillips bursts forwards for the “clothesline from hell” but Machiavelli ducks underneath it and uses JP’s momentum to lift him up and flapjack him across the top rope. Phillips staggers away and Machiavelli ducks underneath his legs and lifts him into an electric chair position….

JK: Electric chair drop…..

Phillips is crushed face-first into the canvass before Machiavelli rolls him over and makes the cover…

DF: He has the foot on the ropes referee….

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JK: Machiavelli almost stealing one there…

DF: Referee is going to need eyes in the back of his head…

Machiavelli gets back and he stomps on the chest of Phillips before making a tag to Vincent Costello. Costello joins Dario in the ring and they drag Phillips up before lifting him into a double suplex…..Costello looks over at Sparkz and motions a belt around his waist before covering…

1……………………….2……………….shoulder up from Phillips!

JK: If any of the three competitors outside of Jason Sparkz win this match then you have to believe they are in poll position to earn a world title shot….

DF: Certainly would put them in a great position….

Costello sits on the chest of Phillips and begins to land with sickening ground and pound punches before rolling off on the referee’s count of four. He crawls back up in the corner and slicks his hair back as he beckons for JP to stand up….

JK: Costello has eyes on the prize…

DF: Phillips about to take a nap…..OH LOOKOUT!

Costello rushes across and swings his leg into a sickening punt, aimed straight at the skull of Phillips, but JP rolls out of the way in time and quickly sprints off the ropes himself…

JK: SPEAR!

DF: TALK ABOUT IMPACT!

The crowd roar as Phillips almost rips Costello in half with the spear. Both men are down and out in the centre of the ring as their respective partners call for a tag….

JK: I don’t think Phillips has the energy to get across and make a tag….

DF: I don’t even know if he can make a cover….

Costello is holding his ribcage as he tries to pull himself toward the outstretched hand of Dario Machiavelli, but Phillips making good ground towards the world champion. Sparkz is leaning as far as he can over the top rope to make JP’s task easier….

DF: Phillips needs to dig deep here…

JK: Machiavelli is in….

DF: HERE COMES THE CHAMPION!

Machiavelli makes the tag from Costello but is unable to move quick enough to prevent Phillips slapping the hand of Jason Sparkz, initiating the tag. Sparkz immediately flings himself into a springboard and soars across, meeting Machiavelli in midair with a flying forearm takedown…

JK: Sparkz is all fired up…

Machiavelli gets back to his feet and Sparkz flash kicks him into the corner, before chasing in and connecting with a monkey flip, slamming Dario hard on his back in the centre of the ring. Sparkz gets back up as Costello runs towards him….

DF: Leapfrogged him…

Sparkz leaps over the top of the oncoming Costello and then forward rolls back onto his feet. He dives into a springboard and then floats back, wrapping his legs around Vincent’s neck and performing a headscissors takedown that sends Costello flying through the middle rope to the outside of the ring…

JK: Sparkz showing why he is the man to beat in this division…

Machiavelli is back up to his feet and Sparkz lifts him into a devastating backdrop driver before running off the ropes and forward rolling back…

DF: Rolling thunder!

The crowd cheer as Sparkz connects with the rolling senton splash and then he beckons for Machiavelli to stand back up. Dario is groggy as he makes it to up his feet and Sparkz kicks him in the gut….

JK: Twist of fate!

The crowd cheer as the world champion connects with the twist of fate and covers……………………1…………………………2…………………..shoulder up from Machiavelli.

DF: He may need a little more than that to finish this guy off….

Sparkz pulls Machiavelli up to his feet but is stopped in his tracks by a huge uppercut to the midsection. Dario then follows up with a pumphandle slam…………………………1…………………………..2……………kickout. They crawl back up and Machiavelli grips ahold of Sparkz and nails solid knees to the head before lifting him into a suplex position…

JK: Thinking brainbuster….

Sparkz drops down over the shoulder of Machiavelli and locks his hands around the waist before bridging into a german suplex……………………………1…………………………………2……………………shoulder up. They both make it back to their feet and Sparkz rolls over the shoulder of Dario to take position behind and hooks his arms in place before turning around….

DF: GRINGO….

Machiavelli pushes Sparkz into the corner and then chases him in, only for Sparkz to spin around the ropes (ala Kofi) and nail a cross kick over the top rope to the face of Dario. Machiavelli staggers back as Sparkz climbs high…..

JK:AIRTIME!

DF: Crossbody could do it…

Sparkz takes Machiavelli down with the crossbody and covers……………………..1……………………….2………………..shoulder up.

JK: Looked so close to being all over there…

Sparkz pulls Dario back up and drags him into a piledriver position before reaching over to grab ahold of his legs….

DF: Styles….

Machiavelli struggles and then succeeds in swiping the legs of Sparkz and stomping down on his midsection. He keeps ahold of the champion’s legs and then slingshots him into the corner…

JK: Amazing athleticism….

The crowd cheer as Sparkz lands on the middle rope, unbeknown to Machiavelli, and then he jumps up onto the top rope….

DF: MOON….OH MAN!

*Crowd boo

JK: Costello changing the complexion of this one….

Sparkz is about to flip into the moonsault when Costello jumps back onto the apron and swipes his feet, causing Sparkz to drop into a sickening crotched position on the top rope, facing out to the crowd. Jimmy Phillips is remonstrating with the referee about the situation but the official says there is nothing he can do…

DF: That is true teamwork….whether you like it or not they dealt with the problem….

Machiavelli is back up and he lashes hard clubbing blows across the spine of his opponent before climbing up onto the second rope. He rakes his nails down the back of Sparkz and then lifts his arm over his shoulder…

JK: TOP ROPE BACK SUPLEX!

The ring shakes upon impact and Machiavelli smiles at the crowd before crawling across and making the cover…
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DF: Sparkz lives to fight another day….

Machiavelli scowls at the official before getting back to his feet and stomping down hard on the back of Sparkz. He looks down at the champion in disgust before reaching out and tagging in Vincent Costello.

JK: Costello will be loving this….Sparkz at his mercy….

Costello watches Sparkz trying to get up and he smiles before dragging him up via a gutwrench and then just hauling him into a big suplex. Sparkz drags himself back up in the corner and Costello rushes in with a sickening knee to the ribcage before pulling the world champion out into a front facelock and lifts him into a suplex position……

DF: Beautiful moderation on the Michinoku driver right there….

Costello nails the modified suplex/slam combo and covers……………………1…………………………2………………shoulder up. He stands up and quickly jumps into a crunching elbow that lands to the face of Sparkz before running off the ropes and returning with a heavy punt to the midsection that sends Sparkz rolling under the bottom rope to the outside….

JK: Look at this blatant flouting of the rules….

DF: Referee doesn’t see it, so he can’t do anything about it…

Costello distracts the referee as Machiavelli drops down off the apron and drags Sparkz back to his feet, before lifting him up and dropping him rib-first across the ringside barrier. Sparkz is in pain as Machiavelli then runs him forwards and crunches him into the steel steps…

JK: Look enough is enough out there….Machiavelli is not the legal man…

Sparkz is in a heap outside of the ring and Machiavelli mockingly dusts off his hands before dragging the champion back up and dumping him into the ring. Costello moves away from the official and begins to stomp down on the back and body of Sparkz before pulling him up in the corner and slamming multiple knees into the midsection…

DF: Sparkz is starting to get worked over pretty badly now….he will need to get out of there or start mounting his own offense pretty soon…

Costello grabs Sparkz arm and he whips him, with power, to the opposite turnbuckle, where Sparkz lands with ferocity. Costello then rushes after his rival and connects with another devastating knee to the midsection before pulling Sparkz out and he underhooks his arms before lifting him up and dropping him into a backbreaker………………..1………………………………..2……………………shoulder up.

JK: Costello is such a mean operator….for him it isn’t just about winning, he wants to cause pain, leave a stamp of everlasting damage on his opponent…

Costello waits for Sparkz to roll over onto his stomach and then he kneels down on his back and drags his head up into a modified camel clutch, really extending the pressure on the head, neck and body of his opponent. Sparkz yells out in pain but refuses to give up, desperately trying to pull himself closer to the ropes…

DF: This is an energy-sapping tactic from Costello….he knows Sparkz is weakening and he wants to make him expend even more effort…

Sparkz tries to yank Costello’s hands free of his neck but to no avail, so instead he continues his quest to find the ropes. He drags himself closer and closer but just as his fingertips brush the edge of the rope Costello breaks the submission and drags Sparkz back to the centre of the ring, where he leaps up and lands with both knees to the spine…

JK: Costello really enjoying himself here…..sending a message to the back and Daniel Magnusson that he is the ideal candidate for a world title shot…

DF: Match isn’t over yet though so I wouldn’t get carried away if I was him…

Costello gets back up and makes another tag to Machiavelli. He climbs through the ropes and drags Sparkz up by the hair before lifting him into his grasp and nails a rib-breaker that leaves Sparkz sprawled on the canvass. Dario then runs off the ropes and returns with a big jumping legdrop across the throat……………….1………………..2…………………….shoulder up.

JK: Machiavelli would love to win this match….to position the “Fear” campaign in such a powerful place would be fantastic for him…

DF: Maybe not so fantastic for the rest of us….

Machiavelli drags Sparkz back up and he lifts him into a suplex before he makes his way over to the corner and lifts himself onto the second rope. He looks down at Sparkz and then jumps off with a big fistdrop that lands to the forehead. Jason Sparkz staggers back up and Dario grabs ahold of him and whips him chest-first into the turnbuckle.

JK: Sparkz in big trouble here….FINAL CUT!

Sparkz staggers back out and Machiavelli looks for the inverted DDT but Sparkz counters with a sitdown jawbreaker that sends Machiavelli staggering back to the opposite corner in pain. Sparkz gets back up to his feet and he chases in with a diving bodysplash but Dario rolls away, causing Sparkz to collide with the turnbuckle and stagger back out…

DF: URANGE SLAM!

Machiavelli plants Sparkz with the hooked slam and covers…………………………1………………………….2………….kickout from Sparkz. Dario gets back up onto his feet and he looks at Jimmy Phillips for a few moments, almost examining him, before reaching back and tagging Costello into the fray…

DF: Keeping fresh, these are wise tactics indeed with the quick inter-change…

Costello scales the ropes after accepting the tag and he waits for Sparkz to begin getting back up before diving off and exploding with an uppercut/forearm under the chin of his opponent. Sparkz is groggy as he tries to stand back up only for Costello to flip him up and nail a sit-down powerbomb…

JK: Could end it…

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DF: These pinfalls are getting closer and closer to the mark…but still Sparkz is fighting it…

JK: I think this guy will fight until there is nothing left in his body…

Costello pulls Sparkz up by the head and he slams his face into the top of the turnbuckle before going to work with the body again, hooking blows to the ribs and stomach before he lifts Sparkz up onto the top rope and crashes hard palm strikes to the chest. The crowd boo as Costello climbs up on the ropes with his foe and drags him into place…

DF: The amount of punishment that Sparkz has already withstood to the body will be nothing compared to the impact of this move…

JK: Superplex!

Sparkz reaches down and grips ahold of the turnbuckle as tight as he can, preventing the superplex. Costello tugs with all his might but Sparkz holds on with his left hand and uses his right to land jabs into the ribcage of Costello. Both men begin to trade left and rights from on high before Sparkz grabs Costello’s head and plants a knee right into his face. Costello sways backwards as Sparkz stands up tall on the top rope….

DF: What the hell is he thinking….DAMN THAT IS AWESOME!

JK: SUNSET FLIP NECKBREAKER FROM THE TOP…

DF: That’ll change the mood in this place..

The crowd are rocking as Sparkz connects with the amazing neckbreaker variation from the top rope. Both men are down and out in the centre of the ring as their respective partners call for a tag to be made…

DF: Both of these guys need to get out of there, change the pace up….

JK: Sparkz is especially….he must be running on empty right now….

Costello is holding the back of his neck as he tries to crawl towards Machiavelli and make the tag, Sparkz is also on the march, trying to bring Jimmy Phillips into the action…

DF: Phillips bursting at the seams….he wants some…

JK: HE’S GONNA GET SOME!

The crowd cheer as Phillips makes the tag to Sparkz at the same time that Machiavelli is tagged in by Costello. Both men rush into the centre of the ring and Phillips floors Machiavelli with a huge right hand before letting him back up and dropping him with a heavy right again. Machiavelli gets back up to his feet for a third time and Phillips detonates with a huge belly to belly suplex…

DF: Phillips on fire….he’s loving it…

Machiavelli staggers back up and he looks for a right hand but it’s ducked by Phillips, who subsequently counters with a huge full nelson slam. He then rushes off the ropes and returns with a diving splash………………1……………………………..2…………………shoulder up. They get back up to their feet and Machiavelli walks straight into JP, who lifts him onto his shoulders…

JK: FIREMAN’S…

Machiavelli elbows his way off the back of Phillips and drags his head down into position for an inverted DDT…

DF: FINAL…

Phillips shows great awareness to swerve around and counters into a northern lights suplex…………………1……………………2…………………..shoulder up. They both scramble back to their feet and Machiavelli charges forwards…

DF: Boom…now that is what you call a spinebuster….

The whole ring seems to shake as Phillips crushes Machiavelli with the spinebuster and hooks both legs………………………………..1……………………………………….2…………………..Costello dives across and breaks up the cover.

JK: I think Costello saved this match there….Machiavelli may not have been kicking out…

Costello rocks Phillips with lefts and rights, ignoring the protests of the referee. He knocks JP back to the ropes and slams a knee to his stomach before whipping him across the ring….

DF: POUNCE!

The crowd erupt as Phillips comes flying back with a huge shoulder tackle that sends Costello crashing into the corner and slumps him to the mat. Machiavelli is just getting back up and JP beckons for him to turn around…

JK: This could be about to be Jimmy Phillips’ moment of redemption….TOUCHDOWN!

Phillips looks to drill Machiavelli with the “rock-bottom” but Dario counters out of nowhere with a mic check and hooks the leg…
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DF: Foot on the ropes…

JK: Damn I thought Machiavelli had just stolen that…

The crowd are on their feet applauding as the referee signals to Jimmy Phillips’ foot on the middle rope. Machiavelli looks slightly annoyed as he crawls back up to his feet and beckons for Phillips to stand up, the “Talent” is groggy but eventually he complies….

DF: Phillips in a whole world of trouble now…..DEATH VALLEY….

Phillips drops down off the back of the attempted DVD and he spins Machiavelli around before underhooking his arm…

JK: TOUCHDOWN…..GOT HIM!

The crowd are raucous as the giant “rock-bottom” is landed by Phillips and he hooks the leg…
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DF: Twice Costello has come to the rescue now….

The referee tries to get Costello out of the way but Jason Sparkz comes springboarding through the air and connects with a missile dropkick that sends Vincent scrambling under the bottom rope to the outside. Sparkz gives the signal to the crowd and then darts across….

JK: SUICIDE DIVE…

Crowd: That was awe-some x5

Sparkz wipes out Costello on the outside and they both slump on the deck as the camera pans back into the ring. Jimmy Phillips is crawling back to his feet, looking annoyed, and he crouches in the corner as he waits for Machiavelli to get back up…

DF: Phillips knows this match is within his grasp….

JK: GAME-CHANGER!

The clothesline from hell is inches from connecting when Machiavelli ducks underneath it and counters with a schoolboy…
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DF: So close…

Phillips bursts back up to his feet and he scores with an overhead belly to belly suplex on Machiavelli before beckoning him up again….

JK: Second time is a charm….TOUCHDOWN!

DF: DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!

Machiavelli fights his way out of Phillips’ clutches and scoops him onto his shoulders before nailing the DVD and hooks the legs……………….1
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JK: Again Phillips is able to find a reprieve….

BOOM!

DF: Sparkz won’t be helping anyone now…

Costello runs forwards and he clatters into Sparkz, running him back and throwing him against the steel steps, so that the back of his head cracks the metal first. Costello then climbs back up onto the apron and he slaps the back of Machiavelli as he crawls up….

JK: Costello has had enough of messing around…

DF: Machiavelli isn’t too pleased though….

Costello climbs in the ring but Dario spins him around and asks him what he is doing. The pair of them argue before Costello shoves Machiavelli in the chest and tells him to “walk away”. Machiavelli smiles as Costello turns away from him and then spins Costello around again and slaps him across the face….

JK: I guess Machiavelli didn’t appreciate Costello’s tone…

DF: I don’t think we can expect to see Costello’s “Fear” membership being drawn up anytime soon….

JK: SPEAR!

The crowd roar as Costello staggers from the spear and straight into the path of a brutal spear from Jimmy Phillips….
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DF: Machiavelli not just about to let Phillips walk away with this victory…

Phillips and Machiavelli brawl into the aisleway before Machiavelli grabs his rival’s arm and slams it across the ringside barrier and then jumps into an armbreaker that leaves Phillips writhing in agony.

JK: Machiavelli going straight back after that injured arm of Phillips….

DF: He is in his element now…

Back at ringside, Jason Sparkz is back up on the apron and he crawls through the middle rope into the ring. Costello is just getting back up to his feet and Sparkz drags him forwards into a piledriver…

JK: Goodnight….

Costello counters out with a backdrop and then lands a hard kick to the midsection of Sparkz as he gets back up. He grabs the champion’s arm and whips him towards the ropes…

DF: OMERTA!

Sparkz comes back and he is span into the black hole but he lands out behind on his feet and nails a dropkick to the back that sends Costello sprawling forwards and against the ropes. Sparkz throws his hands up and the crowd cheer as he runs to the ropes and comes forwards again with a flying 619….

DF: Costello was out of it after that spear from Phillips…

JK: Sparkz is just rolling right now….SPRINGBOARD LIGHTING STRIKE!

The crowd are going wild as Costello drops back into the centre of the ring and Sparkz springboards up high before floating into the majestic five star frogsplash that lands right across the chest of his opponent. Sparkz crawls across and drops an arm over the chest….

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DF: Forget…about….it!

JK: It is all over…..what a match….what a win for the world champion…

DF: Sparkz picking up where he left off last week, victorious over Vincent Costello…

JK: Well if Costello was attempting to make an impression tonight then I think he fell short…..the number one contendership is still well up for grabs…

“Lose yourself” is echoing out of the speakers as Jason Sparkz is handed his EWF World Championship and he hoists it proudly over his head. He staggers to the corner and poses on the ropes in front of his admiring crowd as Vincent Costello rolls from the ring in dismay.

JK: If there was any doubt before tonight that Jason Sparkz was the man in EWF then I think that is all gone now…..this guy is number one…..the man to beat without a doubt….

The camera shows a brawl between Machiavelli and Jimmy Phillips spilling through the curtain into the backstage area as Jason Sparkz continues to celebrate his victory. He kisses the championship and rests it across his shoulders…

DF: A tremendous main event….all four guys went to town on this one….but in the end, it is the world champion standing tall…

JK: Sparkz was anticipating a challenge, and he sure got one…but he has passed it with flying colours tonight….who can really step up and present a credible danger to this man?

DF: I wouldn’t rule anyone out just yet…this industry is unpredictable…you never know what is around the corner…

Costello looks back towards the ring in disgust before backing slowly up the rampway towards the back, never taking his eyes off Sparkz as he does so. The chants of “Jason Sparkz” continue to ring around as the show reaches its close.

JK: I would like to thank each and everyone of you for tuning in tonight folks and I hope you have enjoyed this show as much as we have….only ten days until we do it all over again…but until then be sure to check out the V2 forum for any updates…….

DF: It’s been a pleasure guys….we’ll see you in ten night’s time when the action will be as hard-hitting as ever….and Conflict is guaranteed!

Official Result: Jason Sparkz and Jimmy Phillips via pinfall
Match time: 21 minutes, 30 seconds

*We cut to the backstage area where Jimmy Phillips and Machiavelli are still brawling. Phillips rushes Machiavelli back into a table and he slams his head off the top of the wood repeatedly before whirling him around and crashing him face-first into the front of a vending machine.

Phillips: You want some of this punk….get your a55 up….

*Phillips begins to stalk Machiavelli, waiting for him to rise, as a giant figure comes running in behind him and drives him into the vending machine, crushing the glass casing. Phillips staggers away in pain and Ojore wraps both of his hands around the throat of Phillips before demolishing him with a chokebomb on the concrete.

Ojore: You will know fear, Jimmy Phillips…..you will embrace it…

*Machiavelli begins to get back up and he smiles at Ojore’s handiwork before patting him on the shoulder.

Machiavelli: Ah Jimmy Phillips…..the everlasting hero who just doesn’t know when to stay away…

*He laughs maniacally and then twists his head from side to side

Machiavelli: Now you will learn that we are not playing games here….this is our own personal project….our life’s work…….and you are the very first part of our masterpiece…

*Phillips looks up at Machiavelli and then spits blood up into Dario’s face

Phillips: Take your best shot dumb (beep)….but I’ll be back, and you’ll rue this damn day…I promise you that….

Machiavelli: You are not in the position to make threats, demands or promises Mr Phillips…..you are merely a pawn in my game…..and I say…..game over….

*Ojore locks one of his giant hands around the throat of Phillips, whilst using the other to stretch out Phillips’ injured arm. Machiavelli disappears from view for a moment and then returns with a steel chair in hand. Phillips is struggling frantically but has no chance of overpowering Ojore…

Machiavelli: Every dog has it’s day Mr Phillips…..today really is not yours…

*Machiavelli lifts the chair up over his head

???:OI!

*Mike Conrad comes charging into the scene with his trash can, which he throws in the direction of Ojore, causing the big man to break his grip from Phillips and roll away. Conrad also has his brush in hand and swings it toward Machiavelli, who flees before impact can be made. Conrad comes marching into the picture and places a hand on Phillips’ shoulder as he gets up.

Conrad: You ok man?

Phillips: Been better….but cheers pal, much appreciated…

*They shake hands and then turn to watch Machiavelli and Ojore disappearing toward the end of the corridor. Machiavelli points back with malice.

Machiavelli: We are not done….soon you will know “Fear” in its truest form…

Conrad: We’ll be waiting…

*The show ends with all four men staring each other down, whilst an unknown figure is just distinguishable in the shadows, holding Machiavelli’s handheld camera, filming the action.