EWF Presents Atonement Wednesday 27th March 2013 (Results)

*The show begins with a video package. The screen is filled by a large oak tree in the blazing sunlight. Slowly the sky begins to change, darkening by the second, and the oak tree begins to falls into disarray. Eventually the tree is stripped bare and covered in ice and snow. A voice begins to talk over the scene.

Voiceover: Every existence has a beginning, and each one of them has an end. But throughout those times is where the moments of a lifetime are created. The memories that we will look back on and truly appreciate what defines us. Whether we have fought for good, evil or perhaps stood idly by and occupied the fence, there is not one of us that doesn’t possess the deepest and darkest of sins within our souls.

*The scene changes and documents footage of the FEAR campaign and their feud with Jimmy Phillips and Mike Conrad.

Voiceover: Even if you are a victim, a helpless individual in the face of adversity, there will be a moment when you could have made a difference. Even when you awaken in the cold of night, and FEAR creeps all around you, did you really do enough to prevent the consequences that were set to follow?

*Jimmy Phillips is shown watching Dario Machiavelli drive away with Hayley Lennox in the back of a car as Mike Conrad is shown bleeding heavily from the back of his head. The scene then changes and shows E-Unit, Thunder and Wade Kelvin.

Voiceover: Youthful exuberance, the ignorant bliss of young adulthood is a sin whether you mark it as such or not. To look upon yourself as better, to dismiss the feelings of others in an attempt to benefit yourself…..the selfishness consumes you…….you are all answerable.

*Clips of all three men in action is shown on the screen and then the familiar gong sounds out and the scene goes black. Then the darkened figure of Mr Jones eases into view.

Voiceover: A justice fighter forged in the bowels of hell itself, a contradiction of terms indeed. But what really lies beneath the mask of this crusader? What is the true agenda behind the veil of mystery? Is he really just out to eradicate the evil that dwells within this man?

*The laugher of Bryan Wells takes over and his blood-splattered face appears to the side of Mr Jones

Voiceover: A creature that may have been created by Lucifer himself. His sins are indefensible, his crimes are unholy….but how do you administer justice to a being that knows no limits?

*We then turn to clips of Alex Garcia tormenting Liam Wood. Stealing the TV Championship, flirting with Emmy and then crashing the beer bottle over Viper’s head.

Voiceover: One of these men embroiled in this bitter war is guilty of heinous crimes, although beneath the arrogant exterior lays a very troubled soul.

*Garcia is shown talking about his past and looks a little lost. Viper is then pictured holding the TV Title aloft as Emmy stands in the background.

Voiceover: But he isn’t entirely to blame for the events that have shrouded this Conflict. For the champion may be held responsible for prioritizing material possessions over what truly matters. Not a sin that matches that of his rival, but he too will be forced to stand on the altar of judgement when the clock chimes on the witching hour.

*Wood is shown delivering the “Viper Drop” on Garcia outside of the ring before embracing Emmy backstage, all the time his eyes are focused on the TV Title. The screen is then taken over by a golden glow and the EWF World Championship appears in view.

Voiceover: The quest for the ultimate prize requires both physical and mental sin. To abandon everything you have ever known in the hunt to claim the grandest trophy is a trait that deserves both admiration and vilification. In order to truly become THE warrior that stands atop the mountain, you must welcome sin as an old friend, you must be willing to accept that you will be judged when the time is right.

*We see footage of Jason Sparkz’ rise to the top, eventually defeating Vincent Costello in the Iron Man match. We see Costello demanding a re-match before being forced to fight for another chance, ending with a pinfall over Sparkz at Conflict.

Voiceover: One of these men is used to being barred in a cell, with only the thought of the high-life as a sole comfort. Having to fight and claw to even feed himself…

*Costello is shown pacing his locker-room, glaring at a poster of Jason Sparkz

Voiceover: … whilst his rival has experienced nothing but champagne moments since the inception of this promotion. However, is this really the champion’s fault? Should he be victimized for his ability? Perhaps not, but now the expectations of the masses weighs heavily upon his shoulders…will time remember him as a great leader? Or is he destined for a life of underwhelming achievement? Whether he asked for it or not, he will join his peers in the firing line tonight…..for the burning fires of judgement hold no special privileges, especially if they detect a counterfeit in the ranks.

*The scene then rifles through all members of the EWF roster in action before focusing once again on a staredown between Jason Sparkz and Vincent Costello.

Voiceover: Tonight…..all of these men shall walk beyond the pale and stand in front of the jury, awaiting verification of their fates. All of their actions….all of their sins….will be exposed and judged….not only will they go to war…..shed blood, sweat and tears for their cause….but each and every one of them….whether blinded by light or shrouded by darkness…

Will face……ATONEMENT!

*The camera zooms out and shows Sparkz and Costello inside a miniature snowglobe. The globe hovers in the middle of a pitch black room and laughter begins to ring around. A face then appears in the shadows, over the globe with a dark smile across its lips.

Machiavelli: FEAR is rising!

*We go live on air from inside the Elite Coliseum, Los Angeles. There is a roaring procession of rainbow coloured pyros exploding into the air and then “Bleed it out” by Linkin Park is screaming out of the sound system. The cameras pan around the 30,000 seated arena and show that perhaps 2,000 of the seats have been occupied by fans. The audience is making a huge amount of noise as the footage then takes note of the new arrangement in the arena. The ring ropes have been turned blood red and the ring canvass is sparkling white and immaculate. The “Atonement” Logo has been erected inside a giant globe to the side of the Hypertron and then we switch to Jonathan Kelly and Donovan Franklin, who are situated at the announce desk.

JK: Ladies and gentlemen good evening and welcome to EWF presents Atonement. We are live and exclusive from our lavish home, the Elite Coliseum right here in Los Angeles, California and we have never seen this many fans at a show before. It would seem that our stock is rising……I am Jonathan Kelly, alongside my broadcast colleague, Donovan Franklin. Don, are you ready for a night of pay per view action?

DF: I’m ready, raring to go. When we started out almost two months ago there were a lot of doubters, a lot of critics that were writing us off. But look at us now….we are prime and we are raring to go. I am going on record right now and saying that Atonement is going to set some damn records…..this is going to be a night to remember.

JK: Five matches are signed…two championship bouts………three stages of hell……Rookie’s Row…..this really is a momentous occasion for EWF, the night when we truly announce ourselves to the world.

DF: PPV is when a promotion puts on a show to remember…..this is where the real moments are created and I am anticipating some historic events to take place right inside the Coliseum this evening. Just look up there, Johnny,…..look at that structure…

*The cameras pan up and show the giant Dante’s Peak platform that is twenty feet above the ring.

JK: There is is….the Dante’s Peak. Later tonight, during the three stages of hell match, there will be four ladders lowered from that structure and joined with the ring. Four participants may be forced to put their careers on the line….there really is a sense of intensity in the air…

DF: This is how EWF rolls….this is how we do business………..there is an entire roster back there, waiting to cement a legacy…..it’s showtime!

JK: It is indeed….enough of our waffling……it’s been six weeks since the Iron Man Tournament…….six long weeks that have led to this night….now it is time for the pay-off…here we go!

*We go straight to the backstage area and we are inside Daniel Magnusson’s office. He looks a little more relaxed as he watches the opening of the show on a monitor and then turns to talk to Hugh Cartwright.

Hugh: I know you’re a busy man tonight Mr Magnusson…..but can I just get your thoughts first of all on EWF’s first foray onto pay per view?

Magnusson: This is a massive step forward for us, a real sign of intent from everyone involved in this promotion. In order for us to challenge the very pinnacle of this industry then this is exactly the kind of broadcast that we need to be producing on a regular basis.

Hugh: Early indications suggest that there is 2,000 plus inside the Coliseum. Almost a thousand more fans than any of our live shows thus far, is this the kind of evolution you were looking for?

Magnusson: To be honest, we are a little ahead of expectation right now. I didn’t know if PPV was a possibility, so early, and I really didn’t think we would draw in a crowd like 2,000 for this show. It seems the great efforts from all of our employees, the fantastic EWF fans and all of my colleagues at HyperEx have really paid off. I am not one to tempt fate, but right now things are going very well indeed.

Hugh: There has been a lot of speculation and concern after last week’s edition of Conflict. Dario Machiavelli has seemingly kidnapped Hayley Lennox, what exactly is the EWF stance on this?

Magnusson: Obviously we don’t condone it, and quite frankly I am appalled by Machiavelli’s actions. I can assure all our viewers, as I have done Jimmy Phillips, that we are doing all we can to solve this scenario sooner rather than later.

Hugh: Does this affect the “Three Stages of Hell” bout that is scheduled for tonight?

Magnusson: I don’t think so. I have spoken to Jimmy, and whilst he is quite understandably distressed, he has agreed to participate. Machiavelli will also honour his contract……but once this match is over, I promise that there will be an official investigation.

Hugh: Are you not worried about the repercussions of Machiavelli and Phillips in the same match?

Magnusson: This is pro-wrestling and occasionally we are going to find ourselves in difficult situations like this. But the bad blood between Machiavelli and Phillips was already at boiling point before last week’s incident, I had no issues making the match then and I do not regret making it now. I understand that there may be complications….but these men deserve a chance at settling their scores and I want to give them that chance.

This isn’t about me having a sadistic bloodlust, this is about me taking, what I believe, is the best measure for the competitors, EWF and the fans. Everyone wants to see this match, so I am still sanctioning it…..no hesitation in my mind!

*The crowd cheer

Hugh: And any news on naming a permanent General Manager?

Magnusson: Nothing official but we are making great strides in that department. Perhaps in the next few weeks I will have more information for you. But tonight is about EWF, and how far we have come in so little time. We have all worked so hard to make this a possibility and tonight I truly believe we will create an event to remember…

Hugh: There certainly are some terrific matches on the card. But I wanted to get your analysis on the apparent injury suffered by Jason Sparkz at a house show in midweek. Is the champion likely to compete in tonight’s main event?

*Magnusson looks a little concerned by the question

Magnusson: if I am 100% honest then I would have to say, I don’t know. Sparkz tweaked his knee, it isn’t a break or a dislocation like some outlets have reported, but it is in a bad way. Doctors are unsure of whether he should be cleared for competition, this is probably going to go down to the wire.

Hugh:And what will happen if he is unable to compete?

Magnusson: That is not something I am thinking about right now, Sparkz is a true warrior and I am sure he will want nothing more than to defend his championship here tonight. We want to give him every opportunity to make that happen….if the worst case scenario comes to a reality, we will deal with it due course.

*Magnusson smiles at Cartwright

Hugh: Ok sir, thank you for your time. Just finally, any predictions for tonight’s show?

Magnusson: I think Johnny and Don covered all the bases when we opened up….whilst I am not predicting the outcomes of any matches, I fully expect history to be made tonight. This is about cementing a legacy for these guys….showing what EWF is all about and standing up to be counted. Right here tonight, I would predict that the fans are not going home disappointed!

Hugh: Thanks once again Mr Magnusson…

Magnusson: Any time….enjoy the show!

*The crowd cheer as Magnusson nods at the camera and then the scene changes

*We change scene and the crowd as Thunder is shown with Carlton Jacobs. Thunder is dressed for action and looks highly focused as the interview begins.

Jacobs: Last week, Daniel Magnusson signed off on the very first “Rookie’s Row” match for the Atonement PPV. That match will feature E-Unit…

*The crowd boo

Jacobs: Wade Kelvin…

*A good reception

Jacobs: An as of yet unnamed participant…

*The crowd make a “wooo” noise

Jacobs: And my guest at this time….the oncoming storm, Thunder!

*Big cheers as Thunder raises his hand in a rocker pose

Jacobs: Thunder, just three weeks ago you debuted in EWF. And here tonight you make your pay per view debut for the promotion. The opening match of Atonement….excited?

Thunder: Of course I am excited, this is pay per view, this is EWF…….this is my time to shine!

*The crowd cheer Thunder’s confidence

Jacobs: A lot has been made in the buildup to tonight’s match about your obvious issues with E-Unit. But there will be two other competitors in this match, are you sure that your focus will not be drained by your rivalry with E-Unit?

Thunder: I understand your question, but I am on record now and saying that that will not be an issue. E-Unit talks a big game, and maybe at one point he riled me up, but he is nothing but an insecure little boy, barely registering on my radar. I need to maintain my focus on all three of my opponents, one of whom I don’t even know the identity.

Jacobs: Does that concern you?

Thunder: It has certainly hampered my preparation. To not know who is waiting around the corner, to have no time to prepare, is very disconcerting and I won’t pretend otherwise. I am still confident, still certain that I have what it takes to walk away victorious tonight….but walking into the unknown is never the greatest of feelings.

Jacobs: Last week, Oliver Baker left you with a clue to decipher in terms of your opponent. The phrase H.W.M.Y.F was given….does that mean anything to you?

Thunder: I really don’t have time to play games like that, and I thought Baker was above that sort of immaturity. He knows how hard I worked, how hard everyone on this roster has worked to get this opportunity. He knows what a big deal this evening’s match is, and still he throws this curveball our way….it really hasn’t impressed me. Whatever this phrase means, I just hope the man behind it is prepared for the oncoming storm.

I hope Wade Kelvin, E-Unit, and Mr Mystery bring all they have and then some more…because I am ready, more ready than I have ever been before in my life. Tonight is a chance to show that not only do I belong in EWF, but I deserve to be respected as a rising star. I can afford no mistakes and I cannot take my eyes off the prize for even a second.

The odds may not look good….but I’m a risk taker…..tonight, the smart money is on ME!

*The crowd roar as Thunder taps his heart three times and then walks out of the scene, leaving Carlton Jacobs to hold the mic

Match 1
Rookie's Row
E-Unit vs Thunder vs Wade Kelvin vs ???

JK: Well Thunder is certainly ready for his PPV debut….

DF: And so he should be, tonight is the night when everyone has a chance to shine. Thunder knows that a victory in this match puts him above his current rivals and moves him up the ladder…..this is a giant opening to Atonement.

JK: And what about the mystery member of this match?

DF: That guy, whoever he is, has the advantage. He knows everything about his opposition and they know nothing about him. A little harsh from Baker and Magnusson, but this is pro-wrestling and you need to be prepared at all times….there is no time for complaining, you just have to get down and get on because nobody is waiting around.

Ding ding

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen………the opening contest is the ROOKIE ROW match…..scheduled for one fall!

*Crowd pop

JK; Just for those of you joining us for the first time, the Rookie Row match may not necessarily mean you a rookie in the wrestling business….but you are a rookie to EWF, there is a big difference. In order to climb the ladder in this promotion you must prove that you deserve it….there is no boosts and no playing the system….you want success then you have to earn it, no matter who you are.

DF: Just the way it should be…..this should be a fantastic match…

The lights dim and then smoke billows from underneath the curtain and out onto the stage. “Deep Cover” then echoes out of the speakers and there is a good reaction from the EWF faithful as Wade Kelvin makes his presence known in the Coliseum.

JK: Big night for the colossal powerhouse, Wade Kelvin…

DF: This guy debuted last time out and he looked like a boss up against E-Unit before picking up a DQ victory…but now the stakes are much higher…..he needs his A game to show he is better than his closest rivals….

JK: And remember that Daniel Magnusson has promised a “special prize” for tonight’s winner….a big incentive….

Kelvin marches down to the ring and then climbs up onto the apron, through the ropes, and inside the squared circle. He unzips his hoody and throws it from the ring before bouncing around to keep himself warmed up.

DF: Kelvin certainly looks ready for a fight….hopefully the rest of the playing field is as well…

The lights go out and now you hear children’s voices and then “sound of madness” while a lone spotlight is aimed right in the middle of the stage. The fans are booing and beginning the jeers to welcome The Unit. On the HyperTron appear a pair of children, a boy and a girl. The little boy is no more than eight or nine, and dressed in a black suit, and the girl is wearing a white and blood maroon dress with a green bow in her hair. Their eyes seem to be lined with black, and their skin is deathly pale. They begin speaking over the PA system.]

Little Girl - Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name, Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, in earth as it is in heaven.

Little Boys Voice - Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us.

[The children are eerie, and then, faces of other kids appear all around them, fading in from the black, and then you can see that the boy and girl are standing in front of a massive choir of children in a run-down church. The scene is grim, with pale moonlight streaming in through the windows and stained glass in multicolored streams.

Random Children’s Voices - And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil. For Thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, For ever and ever….

[The fans are quiet as the last words fade away, and then, all the children say together…]

Chorus – Amen.

[Then, the first choral of “Hallelujah” is sung by the London Festival Orchestra. From the backstage area steps E-Unit. He never lifts his head he just walks down the ramp toward the ring.

The Unit walks up the stairs, stepping into the ring. Then, he climbs the turnbuckle Triple H style pointing fingers at the crowd then himself. He then drops to one knee and says a prayer in the corner. He stands up and removes the towels from his head and neck. The Unit then places a green mouth piece in his mouth, and shakes his neck back and forth. All the time, Wade Kelvin is eyeing E-Unit with dislike.

JK: Certainly an elaborate entrance….

DF: Yes it was, let’s hope he is actually going to back all this hype up tonight. He has talked so much since he debuted in EWF….time to actually stand up and be counted…

JK: He has already been vilified by the fans, management and rivals alike. Ducking matches, getting purposefully disqualified because he was taking a beating…E-Unit needs to stand up or shut up…..Atonement is a chance for him to finally make a statement.

E-Unit eyes Kelvin up with an arrogant expression before lounging back in the corner and waits for the next participant. The lights dim as five people twirl on to the stage. The five step in to a line with their backs to crowd. "Avengers Assemble" by Screen Team begins to play through the Hypertron. A spot light descends on to the five people, who appear to be dressed as Marvel’s The Avengers, with Thunder dressed as Thor. The group dances along to the song.

As the line “I’m mighty Thor and this war,” plays out Thunder spins into the middle. As the line changes to “If you see my hammer, you’d better run for the door,” Thunder pulls a Nerf replica of Thor’s hammer up in to shot, and points it out towards the camera before slipping back into his place in the line.

The one dressed as Iron Man moon walks to centre stage and spins. With the line “A heart of steel,” the Iron Man taps his heart, “With sex appeal,” he makes a thrust with his groin. Iron Man spins over to the side with an out stretched arm pointed toward the rest, “I guess the super secret boy band is real.” Iron Man steps back in to place.

As the chorus kicks in the woman dressed as Black Window steps up and begins to dance provocatively. Behind her, the other guys dance around too. As the line “You say you have an army, we have a Hulk,” plays the guy dressed as the Hulk poses and the others point to him.

Captain America is next and leaps forward, posing as he lands before standing to attention and saluting. “Super Solider,” Captain America leans forward with the shield in front of him, “I’ll be your shield.” “I can kick all kinds of ass on the battle field,” Captain America kicks out before back flipping in to his spot.

The Hulk steps forward and poses with all his muscles popping. “So, what I’m green,” the Hulk pulls the good old strong man poses with his arms in the air. “With cut of jeans,” he straightens out his one arm and slouches at an angle in a Hulk Hogan style pose. For the final line the Hulk drops his arms in a rounded type pose with his back leaning him forward, “YOU WOULDN’T LIKE ME WHEN I’M ANGER.” The Hulk steps back into place.

As the chorus kicks in the woman dressed as Black Window steps up and begins to dance provocatively. Behind her, the other guys dance around too. As the line “You say you have an army, we have a Hulk,” plays the guy dressed as the Hulk poses and the others point to him.

For the next verse the Hulk stands behind the other guys as they bunch up appearing to try to win Black Windows affection. “I am the god of thunder, I said god that’s right,” Thunder taps his hammer against his chest plate before pointing out to the crowd. Captain America mimics jumping over a large distance with his hand, “I once jumped real far, on a motorbike.” Iron Man points to himself, “I once slept with twelve Play Boy bunnies, in one night.” Black Widow takes Iron Man’s hand as the other guys sigh.

Iron Man and Black Widow step back through the curtain as Thor and America look at each other and shrug. Captain America shakes Thunder’s hand and disappears through the curtain. The music changes to Thunder’s normal entrance music, Heroes Are Hard to Find by Twisted Sister. Thunder taps the hammer against his chest three times and points out to the crowd before heading down the ramp.

As he makes his way down the ramp he taps the hands of the fans and every now and then taps one on the head with the hammer. Once at the bottom of the ramp, Thunder makes his way around the ringside area greeting fans, tapping and shaking hands and occasionally bopping a few of them on the head with the hammer. Thunder walks up the steel steps and wipes his feet on the apron before climbing in the ring, through the middle and top rope.

Thunder climbs one of the turnbuckles facing the Hypertron, placing one foot on the middle rope and the other on the top rope, he then stretches his arms out to form the cross. He then throws the Nerf hammer out in to the crowd. He climbs down and heads to the opposite turnbuckle. Again placing one foot on the middle and top ropes, before out stretching his arms. Thunder signals to Rick Ambrose for a microphone.

Rick tosses Thunder a microphone and Thunder paces the ring a little before heading to centre of the ring. Thunder removes the helmet and throws it out the ring. He then proceeds to remove the cape, carefully folding it up on the mat. The chest plate is removed next revealing Thunders bare chest, elbow pad and usual dark grey wrist tape.

Thunder: Thank you E-Unit for the suggestion, but it’s just not me. There’s only one god of Thunder and that… wrestling. Wait, can wrestling be a god? I mean you can have a wrestling god, but wrestling as a god? Well, I guess she’s more of mistress and what a good mistress she is. So, I guess Thunder doesn’t have a god. I think I can guess E-Unit’s god, is the guy who signs his cheques?

JK: What the hell has just happened?

DF: I have no idea...I think we just entered a timewarp...

Wade Kelvin and E-Unit both look completely baffled at the show they have just been treated to. The crowd, on the other hand, seem very happy indeed.

DF: Thunder picked up his first EWF win last week over Bryan Wells….but his rivalry with E-Unit has been the main talking point since they debuted on the same night. They entered together, they have battled each other, but tonight one of them could rise higher than their opponent, moving on to bigger and better things

JK: Thunder is a confident young athlete and he has built a great relationship with the EWF fans. But he is one of many in this match and he will have to work hard to make sure the spotlight shines on him…..it really is a big test for all of these men…

DF: A lot of intensity in this match….you can feel it building….

JK: They know what is at stake…they know that opportunities lay just around the corner…

Thunder, Kelvin and E-Unit are all staring at each other, the roar of the crowd adding to the atmosphere. There seems to be a sense of anticipation in the air as the lights in the arena dim.

DF: Here we go….who is our mystery entrant?

JK: Time to find out who the latest EWF signing is…

The anagram of “H.W.M.Y.F” appears in bright green text across the front of the Hypertron. The noise from the crowd is growing and Thunder, E-Unit and Wade Kelvin are all shown watching the big screen as words begin to jumble. There is a blur on the screen as we cycle through a plethora of vocabulary before we rest on a phrase.

DF: Oh my…

JK: You’re joking?

HERO WILL MAKE YOU FAMOUS!

DF: Oh hell yeah….

JK: What a signing………..what a moment!

The crowd roar as a procession of green and red fireworks explode all along the front of the stage and then explode above the entranceway. Then “Absolute Zero” echoes out of the speakers and all the strobelights in the arena point down to the stage, where a figure has now appeared through the darkness.

DF: Of all the people……..I was not expecting this…

JK: What a fantastic moment for EWF……the eight time world champion has entered the building…….he has joined the future of professional wrestling…

DF: And he is coming to put on a show….that much I can guarantee!

The cameras show the jubilant faces of the crowd as the lights return to full illumination and Hero is spinning around on the stage. He holds his hands up and welcomes the amazing reception from the crowd before walking down the ramp, slapping the fans’ hands as he does so.

JK; If the noise in the arena was already loud then we are at fever pitch now….this match just got a whole lot more interesting…

DF: Hero has entered the “Rookie Row”…

JK: And if ever there was a contradiction then this is one. Because Hero is no rookie….he is one of the greatest of all time….an eight time world champion…

DF: But as you said earlier, Johnny, anyone who enters EWF is a “rookie”….I know what Hero has achieved, believe me, I have followed his career very closely….but he has never fought in EWF before….this is a brand new experience for him………I just hope we are getting the absolute best of this legend…

JK: An icon if ever there was one…….look at E-Unit….look at Thunder and Wade Kelvin….these guys are stunned…

Kelvin, E-Unit and Thunder all exchange looks at one another before turning to Hero, who is just climbing into the ring. Hero continues to pose for the crowd, drumming up their support, before he finally jumps down and gets ready to start the match.

DF: We said history would be made tonight….but I really didn’t think it would be this,and not this early….amazing revelation…

JK: It certainly is a moment that will live forever….and we still have a match, a whole show to get through…..Atonement is underway!

Crowd: E-Dub-F x10
Welcome Hero x10

The referee makes sure that all four men are ready for the bout and then he steps back into the centre of the ring and signals for the bell. The crowd roar and all four participants begin to eye each other up, slowly moving out of their respective corners.

DF: Should be such a blend of styles in this contest….

E-Unit steps up to Hero and begins to prod him in the chest, demanding to know what he is doing here. Hero looks at Wade Kelvin and then at Thunder before he slaps Unit right across the face, drawing huge cheers from the crowd.

JK: Unit asked for that…now isn’t the time for questions…

Unit staggers away and Kelvin rocks him with a huge right hand, knocking him into the path of Thunder. Thunder then connects with a Russian legsweep……………………………..1…………..Kelvin drags Thunder off the cover, allowing Unit to roll out to the outside.

DF: This is a one fall matchup….not elimination rules….so these guys are going to be preventing pinfalls all over the shop…

Thunder gets to his feet and he shoves Kelvin in the chest, before Wade then pushes Thunder away. They both begin to unload with rights and lefts before Hero runs across and springboards onto the ropes, flying back into a dropkick that connects with both men….

JK: Hero showing his capabilities early doors…..

Wade Kelvin gets back and attempts a running clothesline but Hero ducks it and then connects with a flash kick that sends Kelvin toppling over the ropes to the outside of the ring. Thunder is then up and he spins Hero around, rocks him with a forearm and then whips him across the ring…

DF: BEAUTIFUL!

Crowd: He-ro x10

JK: Fantastic handspring counter….

The crowd are showing their appreciation as Hero bounces back off the ropes into a hand-spring spinning bulldog takedown. He gets up and looks down at Thunder before spinning on his heel and nailing a standing moonsault…………………………….1………………………………2…………………………….E-Unit breaks up the cover.

DF: Unit is back in the fray…

Unit waits for Hero to get up and then stomps on his stomach and connects with a t-bone suplex. He then begins to pose to the crowd, hyping himself up, not noticing that Wade Kelvin has returned to proceedings and is waiting for him to turn around…

JK: I really wish this kid would concentrate upon what he is doing…

Unit turns around, straight into the clutches of Kelvin and a huge belly to belly suplex. Kelvin then welcomes him back up and he is easily presses Unit over his head before dropping him into a cradle and connecting with a fall-away slam…

DF: Kelvin has serious power in that frame…

Unit staggers up in the corner and is crushed by an onrushing bodysplash by Kelvin, who then drags him and locks him in position…

JK: Package piledriver!

Hero is back up and he springboards onto the ropes before firing back with a disaster kick that takes Kelvin off his feet. Hero then grabs Unit and looks for an irish whip, but E-Unit reverses and sends Hero off the ropes…

DF: Unit thinking backdrop…

JK: Sunset flip!

Hero flips over the top of Unit’s lowered head and drags him into a pinning combo…………………..1……………………..2…………………Thunder breaks up the cover!

DF: That’s the difficulty in a match like this….keeping all of your opponents down long enough to score the victory….

Hero scrambles up as quick as he can but Thunder is already waiting and he takes the Icon over the top rope with a big clothesline. He nails Wade Kelvin with a sidewalk slam and then focuses his attention on E-Unit. The crowd are chanting for Thunder as he grabs Unit’s right arm and twists it around, before backing into the corner and up the ropes….

JK: Thunder is thinking of going Old School…..

DF: And he is getting to whoop Unit at the same time…win, win….

Thunder is about to jump off the top when Unit wrenches on his arm and sends Thunder crashing onto the mat in a lot of pain. Unit gets back to his feet and he scoops Thunder into a backbreaker and then immediately turns him over on his stomach, applying a sharpshooter…

JK: This could spell serious danger for Thunder now…

DF: E-Unit has disappointed so many in recent weeks, but this guy has serious submission skills……

Thunder yells out in pain as Unit wrenches right back on his legs, applying full pressure to the back. The referee is asking Thunder if he wants to quit but he shakes his head and tries to crawl for the ropes…

JK: This would be a big way for E-Unit to announce himself to EWF….a massive submission victory in the “Rookie Row”….

DF: Who knows where this victory could lead?

Thunder looks in a lot of pain as he continues to fight the hold, crawling for the ropes. He reaches out but misses by some distance and E-Unit lifts the legs right back again, arching the back of Thunder at a horrible angle…

JK: Thunder might have to tap out….I don’t see where else he is going here…

DF: He will not want to give E-Unit the satisfaction…..HERO!

The crowd erupt as Hero springboards from outside of the ring, behind E-Unit’s back, and catches him with an overhang facebuster as he floats over the top. Hero gets back up to his feet and he waits for Unit to get back up before he kicks him in the stomach…

JK: ENCORE….

DF: SPEAR…..SPEAR…..SPEAR!

E-Unit puts the breaks on the stunner and pushes Hero away, straight into a rib-shattering spear from Wade Kelvin. Kelvin then gets back up and catches Unit running in with a huge spinebuster…………………………1………………………..2………………..Unit presses his shoulder up off the mat!

JK; This action has flowed majestically so far……..terrific stuff from all four men…

DF: I knew this match would deliver….

Kelvin drags Unit up by the head and into position for the “Proton Bomb” as Thunder sneaks in behind and rolls Wade up………………………..1………………………………….2……………………………kickout. They both scramble to their feet and Thunder looks to leapfrog over Kelvin but is caught into a massive STO in midair….Kelvin stands up and beats his chest….

JK: Now I’m impressed by Wade Kelvin…this guy has arrived…..

E-Unit tries to get up but Kelvin grabs him by the scruff of the neck and chucks him through the middle ropes to the outside. He then looks down at Thunder and begins to climb the ropes…

DF: Although Kelvin is a powerhouse, he is athletic as hell…guy has got great speed and agility….

JK; I still don’t know if going to the top is a great idea…..

DF: What is he thinking up here?

Kelvin looks down at Thunder below him and seems to be preparing to jump as Hero gets back up and amazingly leaps from the canvass onto the top rope, taking Wade by surprise. Hero nails one big hook across the jaw of Kelvin and then jumps into the air, wrapping his legs around Wade’s neck…

JK: FRANKENSTEINER!

DF: That is exactly what Hero brings to the table….amazing offense just like that…

JK: We could have our winner…

Kelvin lands hard on his back and Hero is able to slowly crawl over and drape an arm over his chest…
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More cheers ring out as Thunder has taken to the skies and leaps off, landing a frogsplash across the back of Hero and breaks up the cover. Thunder then makes a pin attempt on Kelvin………………………1……………………….2………………………shoulder up.

JK: Not quite enough….

Thunder looks disappointed and instead makes the pinfall on Hero……………………………1………………………………..2……………………….kickout.

DF: Thunder thought he has victory right there…

JK: He stills needs to put a shift in if he wants that “W”….

Thunder gets back to his feet and he drags Kelvin into a suplex position, before dropping his midsection across the top rope. Kelvin wobbles onto the apron and Thunder dropkicks him off to the outside of the ring. Thunder then gets back to his feet and he drags Hero up….

DF: TEQUILA….

He flips Hero up for the “last ride” powerbomb but Hero slams furious fists down into his forehead and then manages to jump out of the back. Hero then waits for Thunder to turn around and aims a roundhouse kick at his temple…

JK: Moved….what a DDT!

Thunder ducks the kick and then knees Hero in the stomach before lifting him into a impaler DDT………………………….1…………………………………..2……………….Hero just pushes his shoulder up off the mat.

DF: Hero showing why he has won eight world championships in his career….this guy can hang tough…….

JK: Can Thunder stay on task and see this job through?

Thunder is beckoning for Hero to stand back up when E-Unit returns with a running chopblock, taking Thunder to the ground. Unit then proceeds to stomp down on the right leg of Thunder before dropping elbows into the knee joint…

DF: Unit is like a rabid animal…he gets a body part in his sight and just goes for it…

He turns Thunder onto his stomach and lifts his leg off the ground, slamming it back down into the canvass with real power. He repeats the process three more times before dragging Thunder into the middle of the ring and attempting to turn him around…

JK: Figure four…

Thunder places his boot in the small of Unit’s back as he turns around and shoves, sending him crashing into the corner. Unit staggers back out and Thunder hobbles up, lifting his arms into a full nelson…

DF: Now it’s time for Unit to feel the submission….

JK: OH WOW!

Wade Kelvin is back in the mix and he wraps his arms around the waist of Thunder before nailing a huge german suplex that sends Thunder and Unit flying through the air. Kelvin gets back to his feet and he kicks Thunder in the stomach and scoop slams him onto the mat before kicking Unit in the gut and nails a fisherman’s suplex………………………………….1……………………………2……………….Hero breaks up the cover!

DF: There is always still one….

Kelvin gets back up and rushes at Hero, only to be dropped by a toe-hold onto the middle ropes. Hero rolls back to his feet and runs across the ring before returning with the impressive 619 takedown. Hero gets back to his feet on the apron and prepares to leap….

JK: TORNADO DDT!

Kelvin’s head is completely planted into the ring canvass by the flying DDT from Hero, who subsequently dives into the cover…………………………………1…………………………………………..2…………………………….shoulder up. Hero gets back to his feet and he roundhouse kicks E-Unit in the head, sending him through the ropes, before dodging a running boot from Thunder and leaping into the air…

DF: Codebreaker!

The double knees to the face land, staggering Thunder back into the corner. Hero then gets to a vertical base and chases him in, landing with a stiff shining wizard straight to the jaw. Thunder is at sixes and sevens as he falls out of the corner…

JK: ENCORE….

Kelvin runs forwards to interrupt the stunner with a big shoulder tackle, but Hero sidesteps and allows Thunder to take the brunt. Thunder rolls to the outside as Kelvin turns around…

DF: ENCORE….ENCORE…..ENCORE!

JK: What a debut…

Hero nails the stunner and makes the cover…
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DF: Now that is a good tactic, whether you like the guy or not….very sound strategy….

JK: E-Unit keeping this match alive…

Hero thinks he has scored the victory but the referee waves him off and points to Kelvin’s boot on the bottom rope. Meanwhile, on the outside, E-Unit has folded up a steel chair and is heading back toward the ring with it….

DF: No disqualifications in a multi-man match….

JK: That’s the ruling…..

Hero spots E-Unit trying to climb back onto the apron and he sprints across, nailing a flying baseball slide that cracks the chair against Unit’s chest and sends him sprawling back into the announce area. The crowd roar as Hero then grabs the top rope and launches himself through the air….

DF: Crossbody!

E-Unit sidesteps and uses Hero’s momentum to just slam him down into the concrete flooring, leaving him in a heap. He kicks the chair back up and heads toward the ring again…

JK: This is the best we have seen from E-Unit since he joined EWF….

DF: He is certainly full of talent….

JK: And displaying a “win by any means” attitude…

Unit rolls in, steel chair in hand, and he waits for Wade Kelvin to get back before he draws the chair back over his head….

DF: INCOMING!

The crowd cheer as Thunder comes hurtling from the top rope and takes out Unit out with a huge lariat. Thunder rolls back onto his feet and he delivers a European uppercut to Kelvin sending him down and out, before turning his attention back to E-Unit….

JK: This is what Thunder wants……not only a chance to win this match but a chance to cement his dominance over E-Unit….

DF: TEQUILA…

E-Unit swipes Thunder’s legs and stomps down on his stomach before dropping back, slingshotting Thunder into the corner. Unit follows in with a clothesline and is relentless with punches and kicks before he lifts Thunder up onto the top rope and follows him there.

JK: Dangerous position for both fighters to be in…

DF: I can only see a bad ending to this…

Unit rams his head into the bridge of Thunder’s nose and then swings his arm over his shoulder in position for a superplex. The crowd look anxious as Unit stands up onto the top rope and pulls his foe up…

JK: Ready for some impact?

DF: Yes I am…..THUNDERCLAP!

The roars ring from every side of the arena as Thunder suddenly elbows his way out of the suplex attempt and counters with the rock-bottom from on high. E-Unit is planted fully into the canvass and Thunder drapes his body across and hooks both of his opponent’s legs…

JK: Thunder is walking out….

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DF: There is just not enough time for any of these men to secure victory…

Kelvin is up on his feet and he quickly tilt-a-whirls the onrushing Thunder onto his shoulders before charging him into a huge powerslam. Kelvin gets back to a vertical base and he spots Hero on the apron, ragging him over the top and into the centre of the ring…

JK: Hero doesn’t look fully recovered from his early crash…

DF: Well he needs to brighten up quickly, otherwise he is done…

Hero gets back up and swings wildly, only for Kelvin to lift him into a full nelson and then sit down into a big-time slam…………………………………..1……………………………….2……………..Hero kicks out. Thunder is up and lashes hard kicks into Kelvin’s legs before trying to connect with a buzzsaw kick but Wade ducks it and nails a german suplex that ploughs Thunder right into the turnbuckle…

JK: He just got folded up like an accordion right there…

Kelvin tries to pick Hero up, but is caught out by a sit down jawbreaker, rocking him back into the corner. Hero then looks for a shining wizard but Wade catches him coming in and throws Hero across the ring with great strength. Hero scrambles back and tries to run back in, only to be scooped up and drilled by a spinning 360 urange slam….

DF: Hero might be out of this one…

Kelvin bursts back onto his feet and jumps into the air, catching Thunder with a sickening implant DDT (ala Dolph Ziggler) and sending him sprawling out of the ring. Kelvin then looks down at Hero and heads for the corner, where he begins to scale the ropes. The flashbulbs are shining all around the Coliseum as Wade Kelvin reaches the top and then dives off…

JK: FLYING ELBOW!

Hero rolls out of the way as Kelvin crashes heavily into the canvass, leading to the fans striking up a big “Hero” chant all around. The eight time world champion stumbles back up to his feet and he sucks up the atmosphere from the EWF faithful before heading for the corner and beginning to climb….

DF: I have lost count of the amount of times I watched Hero on the TV…..he has classic matches with the greatest of all time….but now he is in EWF, and he is up against the future of the business…..can he really match up?

JK: Right now I would say absolutely…………thinking moonsault?

Hero gets to the top rope and he points out to the crowd as he prepares to leap but E-Unit is back up and he runs up the ropes and grabs ahold of Hero, delivering a huge Olympic slam from the top rope.

Crowd: That was awe-some x5

DF: Out of this world…I never even saw it coming….

JK: No one did….that was sublime from E-Unit…

DF: This match is his for the taking…..

E-Unit looks over his shoulder at the grounded form of Hero and then drapes an arm across his chest……………………..1…………………………………………….2………………………………………3!

JK: It’s over…

The referee’s hand is just coming down for three when Thunder pulls E-Unit under the bottom rope to the outside and quickly Russian legsweeps him straight into the metal guardrail around ringside. Thunder holds the back of his neck as he scrambles over to the apron and pulls himself up. He makes his way up the ropes and looks down at Hero and Wade Kelvin before diving toward Kelvin…

DF: LEGDROP!

Thunder drops the leg across the throat of Kelvin and immediately jumps into the cover…………………1………………………………….2…………………………..shoulder up. Thunder gets back up and he waits for Hero to rise before swiping his legs out from under him and turns him over…

JK: Cloverleaf!

Thunder sits right down on the back of Hero, applying serious pressure on his spine. The crowd are torn with their support as Hero tries to crawl for the ropes but Thunder’s grip is right and he manages to keep Hero in place….

DF: This was not the debut that Hero will have hoped for….

JK: We haven’t had a chance to speak to Hero yet but I would imagine this is one of his last rolls of the dice….if he can’t hang with the new breed then I don’t know how much more he has left…

Hero is trying to push himself off the ground and arch toward the ropes but Thunder is pressing right down on him, applying ultimate pressure. The official is in Hero’s face, asking him if he wants to quit but Hero is reluctant to give in…

DF: Hero has to be in so much pain but he just does not want to give up….

JK: But he has nothing left to give…

Hero reaches out but misses the ropes again and he slumps to the canvass, his eyes barely open. The crowd are roaring him on but he isn’t able to mount the energy that will push him on any further. The referee looks concerned as he grabs Hero’s arm and lifts it up…

DF: It dropped…twice more and Thunder is our winner….

Hero looks really out of it as the referee raises his arm into the air for a second time…
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JK: It all hinges on this……Thunder on the verge of victory…

The referee turns to the timekeeper and then lifts Hero’s arm up into the air again before he lets go….

DF: PROTON BOMB!

Hero’s arm looks like it is going to drop when Wade Kelvin returns to the fray. Kelvin boots Thunder in the stomach and drags him off the submission before flipping him up and nails him with the earth-shattering powerbomb…

JK: Kelvin just took this out of nowhere…incredible stuff…

Kelvin nods his head with satisfaction and then covers…
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The crowd boo as E-Unit returns and crashes on top of the pin attempt, rendering it invalid. He gets back to his feet at the same time as Kelvin and he kicks him in the stomach before underhooking his arms….

JK: CRAP SHOT!

E-Unit is preparing to nail the pedigree facebuster on Kelvin but it is countered into an Alabama slam by the powerhouse. Kelvin beckons for E-Unit to get up and then he drags him into position…

DF: PROTON…

JK: STYLIN DDT!

Crowd: We love He-ro x10

Hero springboards off the ropes and floats over the back of Kelvin’s head into the flying inverted DDT. He then gets back up and kicks E-unit in the gut…

DF: ENCORE…

E-Unit pushes Hero away but the Icon runs up the ropes and twists back into the incredible corkscrew takedown. He then gets back up and runs off the ropes, heading toward Wade Kelvin…

JK: CANADIAN DESTROYER!

Kelvin prevents the flipping piledriver by catching Hero on his back and spins him into an inverted tombstone position, only for Hero to roll right down the back and into a schoolboy……………………….1…………………………2………………………..powerout from Kelvin!

DF: Gonna take something better than that to keep a beast like Kelvin down…

JK: HOW ABOUT THAT?

Both men scramble back up and Kelvin looks for a clothesline from hell but Hero ducks it and then detonates a superkick right on the button. Hero makes his way to the corner and climbs up the ropes, he smiles out at the crowd before standing up straight…]

DF: Boy oh boy I have always wanted to be ringside when Hero goes to the limit……here we go…

JK: One of the greatest moves in the business….SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

DF: Hang time city!

The flashbulbs are blinding as Hero front flips into the amazing shooting star press, landing right across the chest of Wade Kelvin.

JK: What a return to action for Hero……NO WAIT!

Hero is just about to make the cover on Kelvin when E-Unit jumps on his back and locks his hands around Hero’s throat, applying an expert sleeper hold. Hero thrashes around and tries to throw Unit off his back but his foe’s grip is too tight….

DF: E-Unit is gonna do it….Hero is fading quickly….this is a beautiful submission hold…

E-Unit is really tugging back on the head and neck of Hero, causing the Alpha Male to drop down to his knees and his face to turn from red to a light shade of purple. The official looks like he is toying with the idea of calling the match off when he is forced to slide across the ring…

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JK: No way….I don’t believe that….

DF: Big moment….

The crowd erupt as they realize Thunder has the cover on Wade Kelvin and the referee makes the three count. E-Unit is still choking Hero when he comes to realize what has happened and releases the hold. He looks utterly gobsmacked as Thunder rolls from the ring and fist pumps the air.

JK; What a match…..an opening bout that will live long in the memory that is for sure…

DF: Four men gave their absolute all, they laid it on the line without a doubt…it genuinely could have swung any way….

JK: It went back and forth, all four men were truly amazing and put EWF right on the map…..but just when it seemed like Kelvin was gonna when, then it looked like Hero had it sewn up….then in swooped E-Unit and I was sure he had it nailed on, but Thunder was in like an assassin in the night….he picks up the victory….he has win “Rookie Row”

DF: Thunder gets the “W” and whatever special prize that Mr Magnusson has in store….big moment in this young kid’s career….

JK: But the three men who came up short tonight should not be too disheartened….after what we have just seen I wouldn’t write any of them off having a big future here in EWF…..our stature is growing…..match by match were are making our presence known…

Thunder is looking up at the distraught face of E-Unit and he winks at him before turning away and slapping hands with the delighted fans. Hero is rubbing his neck, looking a little disappointed, as Wade Kelvin is leaving against the ropes and looking angry at what has gone down.

DF: That is how you start a pay per view…if that is a sign of things to come then sign me up….because I am damn sure ready….

JK: Atonement is just warming up…..this is pay per view wrestling at its finest…

Official result: Thunder by pinfall on Wade Kelvin
Match time: 14 minutes 22 seconds

*The scene changes and it seems that we have entered another dimension. Mist is swirling around a grassy environment, headstones appear at every turn. A dark figure stands in the distance, almost ethereal in appearance.

Mr Jones: The clock is about to chime, judgement day is upon us and soon all will be revealed.

*Mr Jones steps in front of a giant monument, his dark eyes glittering behind his mask.

Mr Jones: Bryan Wells, the Doctor….for too long have you been allowed to go unpunished for the crimes you have committed. Too long have you done the devil’s work and not paid the price for your actions. But in just a few short moments all will be amended…..you will finally succumb to the power of justice!

*Jones smiles as a flash of lightening illuminates the sky all around.

Jones: Words come at a canter, but your safe passage will not be so easily achieved. I cannot and I will not allow you to continue to walk amongst the good and the pure, when your venomous ways paint a path of villainy through this industry.

I have been sent here, by a power that must be obeyed, and I am obliged to not only end your tyranny but to right the wrongs of anyone who has performed in a treacherous manner. I have my orders, of which I will follow at any cost…..

There cannot be any escape…any cries for mercy….for I will not easily fold under the pleas for innocence. Your fate has been called….I am merely the executioner….the jury shall not be questioned…

Tonight…..Doctor….you will meet your maker….you will feel the damaging flames of Hell itself…..your end is nigh!

*Jones stares deeply into the cameras as the scene fades out and we change to the backstage area.

*We change scene and there is a roar from the crowd as Hero makes his way into the backstage area. He puts his hands on his hips and looks downtrodden that he did not pick up the victory. Kelsey Hughes is standing by to catch a word.

Kelsey: Hero….d’ya mind if we get a word for the broadcast?

*Hero wipes some sweat off his brow and then beckons for Kelsey to begin

Kelsey: I think the first question takes care of itself…here you are, the mystery member of the “Rookie Row” match…..what made you choose EWF out of all the other promotions?

Hero: It comes down to giving this one last shot. I mean I have achieved near enough everything that this industry has to offer but every day I look in the mirror and I think, “can I still do it?” I know I have overcome the odds before and I have come back from months, years on the sidelines to reach that mountain top again…but the years aren’t slowing down, I am not getting any younger……this is my last roll of the dice, and I am hoping that lady luck will smile upon me for this journey.

As for EWF over the rest of the playing field, it’s new, it’s fresh and it is a challenge. I have conquered 6WF, conquered 6WE, NWF, the list goes on of federations that I have made my name in, but this is something completely different indeed.

I don’t know this roster, I don’t know just how good these kids are….but from what I have witnessed tonight, I see that I need to spend an awful long time back in the gym if I want to make my presence known here. I’m representing the old guard, and I am up against the so-called “new breed”…..this may be my toughest challenge to date…

Kelsey: It was a fantastic way to start this PPV, the fans were certainly pleased to see you…

Hero: It never fails to amaze me just how fantastic a live crowd can be, the EWF faithful were tremendous here tonight!

*The crowd cheer

Hero: And I thank them for all of the support they showed. I really hope that next time out I can give them a result that benefits both parties.

Kelsey: You came so close to picking up the victory….did anything take you by surprise out there?

Hero: I think that maybe I was expecting my experience to tell in the latter stages, I don’t think I was overconfident but maybe I did underestimate these youngsters, they truly were world class here this evening….major credit to all three of them.

I think a year ago I would have picked up the victory after I hit the shooting star….but I got a little complacent and by time I had blinked, the chance was gone. This was a real eye opener to just how competitive EWF is, but it hasn’t dented my confidence…I really think I will come much stronger from this experience.

Kelsey: And what is the goal for Hero now? Where are you hoping to go from this point?

Hero: I need a few matches under my belt that is a definite. I always stay in shape, but gym word cannot replicate the real thing. Hopefully I can get my sharpness up the scratch and then we can move on from there. I am grateful to EWF and Daniel Magnusson for giving me this chance, I just hope that I can repay the faith they have shown….I really believe I can reign supreme once more.

Kelsey: Well on behalf of everyone here at EWF we welcome you to the fold….and wish you luck for the future.

Hero: Thank you very much!

*The crowd cheer as Hero smiles at Kelsey and then turns away towards the locker-room area.

*We change again and E-Unit is walking back towards his locker-room , his trademark towel wrapped around his neck. A cameraman gets in his way but Unit shoves the camera out of his face as Hugh Cartwright turns up.

Hugh: An interview for the show?

Unit: What do you think? If that cameraman gets in my way again I am going to rip his face off…

*The camera promptly zooms out

Hugh: But the people want to hear your thoughts on coming so close to winning the “Rookie Row”…

*E-Unit storms up to the camera

Unit: The people can choke on their own sycophantical puke for all I care. I don’t owe them an explanation or an opinion. Everyone who watched that match now knows what I already knew….EWF is run my incompetent fools!

Hugh: How so?

Unit: Did you not see what happened? I was choking that has-been Hero out, he was out cold, and yet the referee chose to count the pinfall although I already had the match won. Where is the level of fairness in that?

Hugh: With all due respect, it seemed like Hero was fighting the hold?

Unit: He was out of it, the referee should have done his job properly, instead of making the call that the “people” wanted him to.

Hugh: So you are accusing the referee of favouritism?

Unit: I am not accusing anyone, I am stating facts. There has been a target on my back ever since I came to EWF and tonight summed it up. Is it any wonder that I was so reluctant to compete? I can’t even get a fair shake when I do….

???: Will you wind your neck in!

*E-Unit whirls around and the crowd cheer as they see Wade Kelvin staring at him

E-Unit: Are you talking to me? I’m sorry but I don’t associate myself with losers….

Kelvin: Funny, but I could have sworn I just saw you out in the ring…..the same ring I was in….and you were doing the same thing I was doing….losing!

*E-Unit’s face grows red

Unit: No! You lost, I was robbed of victory….there is a difference..

Kelvin: It don’t matter what you spout…history will remember that you didn’t win, just like I didn’t…..doesn’t matter about anything else.

Unit: Look, jacka55, you got pinned…you lost…..that didn’t happen to me….I won the match rightfully….I had Hero out on his feet long before your sorry carcass was counted out…

*Kelvin laughs and shakes his head

Kelvin: You are so deluded, it is comical. At least I can hold my hands up and accept defeat, knowing that next time out I will be ready to overcome. But you can’t even admit what happened….you in for a long life, man….I feel for you…

Unit: Don’t pity me…don’t you dare stand there and talk down to me like that. You aren’t half the man I am….you don’t belong in the same building as me, let alone the same roster…

*Kelvin curls his hand into a fist

Kelvin: I seem to recall last week that you were singing a very different tune. You remember? When I was whooping that a55 all over the ring? The night when you got yourself disqualified to escape humiliation…

Unit: It was an off night….it would never happen again…

Kelvin: No? Well why don’t you prove it?

Unit: I don’t need to lower myself to your level anymore…I’m heading for the top of this stinking promotion…needless to say, in twelve months’ time, you will be here…..still trying to shake off the tag of “rookie”…

Kelvin: You like to talk don’t you? That all you seem fit for….because it sure ain’t your wrestling ability that has got you to where you are today.

Unit: I could beat you in a heartbeat…

Kelvin: Then prove it…..either be remembered as a guy who talks about it….or be a guy who IS about it….your choice?

*Both men square up to each other as Hugh Cartwright signals for the cameraman to zoom in on the shot. E-Unit’s nose is pressed against Kelvin’s.

Unit: Be careful what you wish for, Wade…….be very careful…

*Kelvin stares deep into Unit’s eyes and then smiles and shoves him hard in the chest, staggering Unit back.

Kelvin: You ain’t gonna do a goddamn thing…..punk!

*Kelvin shakes his head and walks away as Unit straightens the towel on his neck and then spins on his heel, rocking a huge right hand into the side of the cameraman’s head, sending the footage into haywire. Only voices can be heard.

Cartwright: What did you do that for? Your crazy…

Unit: You have no idea…..I told him not get in my way, his own damn fault…..put everyone on notice, the Unit is all about business from this point forward…..I am going to make you respect me…

Match 2
"The Grudge"
Dr. Bryan Wells vs Mr Jones

We head back to ringside and “Flatline” is echoing out of the speakers, prompting the arrival of Dr. Bryan Wells. He is dressed in his trademark white trunks, but there appears to be spatters of blood on them, his coat and stethoscope is nowhere to be seen. He runs his hands through his hair and flicks out his tongue, haphazardly, as he walks down the rampway.

JK: After some very in depth and fascinating interviews from the backstage area we are back at ringside for our second contest of the evening.

DF: And things just got a whole lot more creepy in the Coliseum…

JK: What did you make of that scene with Mr Jones backstage? Very ominous…

DF: That dude means business…..and as crazy as Bryan Wells may be, I don’t think he has any clue what is in store for him tonight….

Wells scratches his cheeks with his fingernails and then stops dead in his tracks, staring at the fans in the front row. He smiles deeply at a child holding a sign “RIP Dr Wells” before leaning down into the child’s face and snapping his jaws at him, causing the child to run behind his scandalised parents.

JK: Wells is so unhinged it is hard to think how he was ever qualified as a surgeon…

DF: He only had a breakdown when Jones turned up….costing him all of his matches…

JK: I think Wells’ problems started long before Mr Jones arrived in EWF….let’s not forget that this guy was sacked from his high paid job as a surgeon for “inhuman practises”…

DF: And that is the supposed reason that Mr Jones is here….to punish Wells for his crimes…

JK: But truth be told, we really have no idea what the agenda of Jones is…..is he a justice fighter? Or is there something more sinister at work here?

Wells climbs up into the ring and he kneels down in the corner, almost as though he is praying for his safety in this match. But the cameras zoom in and catch him muttering to himself…

Wells: This is your end, demon….this is where your exorcism begins…..your demise is upon us!

DF: Wells may be psychotic and practically crazy…but he seems confident….

JK: Which just goes to show his fragile state of mind? One minute he seems terrified of Jones, the next minute he is threatening to kill him….I don’t think this guy has a clue what is going on…

DF: Well if he doesn’t yet, then in about two minutes he is…

Mist begins to pour out from beneath the curtain and then the lights go out completely, causing cheers and screams from the fans in attendance. The gong echoes out in the Coliseum before “Funeral March” by Chopin seeps into the airwaves. Flashing lights illuminate the stage as Mr Jones appears through the shadows.

JK: Probably the most intense and hair-rising entrances in the business today….Mr Jones is here in the Coliseum…

DF: I’ve got goosebumps, Johnny, this is crazy…Jones is a freak of nature…

JK: This bout has been quite aptly dubbed by many fans as “Monster’s Ball”……two of the most terrifying superstars around today…

DF: This is not going to be for the feint at heart….tonight the beasts from the abyss will do battle…

The lights continue to flash, capturing the wild-eyed Bryan Wells staring toward the stage with mingled anticipation and dread. Jones, fully cloaked in black, slowly glides down to the ring and then begins to climb the steps. He removes his coat, throwing it to the ground, and then stretches out his gloved hands as he steps onto the apron.

JK: Jones and Wells….27th March 2013, Atonement…..this is going to be a match to remember, I can just sense it….

DF: There is certainly going to be a lot of talking points when this is all said and done…

The lights come back on and the crowd cheer at the intense staredown between Jones and Wells. The masked phenom is glaring at Wells before he slowly draws his finger across his throat and climbs through the ropes.

DF: Here we go…

JK: Wells wasting no time…

DF: It’s his only chance…

Jones climbs into the ring as Wells pushes past the referee and runs across the ring, driving a hard knee right into the side of his foe’s head. Jones staggers into the corner and Wells targets him with rights and lefts to the body.

JK: Wells taking the fight straight to his enemy…he is unloading here…

DF: This is the first time he has landed anything of note on Jones…

Wells continues to fire in punches before he grabs Jones by the arm and whips him across the ring. The masked superstar crashes into the opposite corner but immediately bursts back out and takes the onrushing Wells out with a huge lariat…

JK:For a guy that stands at around 6’5 and 300lbs, he is very athletic…

Wells gets back up and Jones thunders at his head with hard right hands before whipping him off the ropes and drops him with a big boot as he comes back. Wells holds his jaw as he staggers to his feet again and Jones seizes him around the throat….

DF: End in sight already…..CHOKESLAM!

Wells drives a heavy knee into Jones’ gut and then runs off the ropes, returning with a huge knee lift that cracks Jones under the jaw, sending him flying across the ring. Wells then thunders into Jones with a battering ram headbutt to the chest, taking him off his feet…..
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JK: Whoah, Jones not even waiting for a two count there…

Wells is up and slamming fists across the back of Jones before he drags him up and lifts him into a suplex. He drops three consecutive elbows into the chest of his opponent before he runs off the ropes and returns with a jumping splash…………………………………1……………………………..shoulder up from Jones once again!

DF: Wells is still yet to gain a victory in his EWF career….he is 0-7…

JK: Which is quite staggering, because this guy has really good skills in the ring….

Wells pulls Jones up again and crashes right hands into his face before whipping him into the corner again. He follows in with a big-time clothesline before allowing Jones to stumble out, and he lifts him up onto his shoulders…

DF: Green bay…

Wells looks for the plunge but Jones slides off the back and counters with a reverse DDT…………………..1………………………..2…………………shoulder up from Wells. Both men get back to their feet and a big uppercut from Jones sends Wells staggering back into the corner and is promptly followed up by a stinger splash.

JK: Jones just doesn’t seem to be feeling anything that Wells has done to him so far….he is oblivious to pain…

DF: He’s a freak….no other word for it…

Jones chokes Wells to the referee’s count of four and then drags him away from the ropes and twists around his right arm. The crowd cheer as Jones then climbs the ropes, walks along to the middle and dives off with a heavy forearm across the back of Wells’ neck.

JK: Jones going old school there and Wells looks in bad shape…

Wells is flat out on his stomach as Jones then charges off the ropes and returns with a big legdrop across the back of his foe’s neck……………………………..1………………………….2………………………..shoulder up from Wells. Jones gets back up and he just stands, emotionless, and waits for Wells to get back to his feet…

DF: Jones has that slow, methodical approach to this whole thing….like he knows when he is going to make his move….

JK: There is something quite alarming about this man…

Wells is feeling the effects of the match as he gingerly gets back to his feet, and is then scooped up onto the shoulders of his foe. Jones’ eyes glitter with malice…

DF: TOMBSTONE!

Wells kicks his legs and jams his thumb in the eyeholes of Jones’ mask, allowing him to drop out back and counter quickly with a big back suplex. Wells laughs and pushes his hair back before he clambers up, heading for the corner. Jones is already starting to find his footing as Wells reaches the top rope and dives off with a heavy shoulder tackle takedown….

JK: Wells is starting to turn the heat up now….he knows that he has to come at Jones in an unrelenting manner…

DF: Even then I don’t know if it will be enough…

Wells kicks Jones in the stomach as he gets up and then levels him with a tremendous pumphandle slam………………………..1……………………..2…………………..shoulder up with authority. Wells slaps his hand against the canvass as he climbs back up and he drags Jones into a gutwrench before twisting him into the air…..

JK: Onto the shoulders….oh what a modified backbreaker that was!

DF: Nice move…

Wells lands Jones on his shoulders and then nails a “shock treatment” backbreaker before making another cover………………………………..1…………………………2………………..powerout from Jones once again. Wells slaps himself around the face as he crawls to the corner and then screams at Jones to stand up…

JK: Wells just wants to exorcise this demon…he wants him gone…

DF: This right here could be what it takes….FLATLINE!

Wells bursts out of the corner and detonates the brogue kick but Jones is able to duck underneath it and then he wraps his hand around Wells’ throat and lifts him airborne….

JK: WHAT A CHOKESLAM!

The crowd applaud as Jones thunders Wells into the canvass and then drops into the cover…
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DF: It should have been three…..that was over, maybe a mistake by Jones right there…

JK: Wells showing great awareness to find the ropes in that scenario….but you have to feel that it was a mistake on the part of Mr Jones…

Jones shows no sign of interest as the referee holds up two fingers, signifying the length of the pinfall. He just stands up and walks to the corner, slowly but confidently scaling the heights to the top rope.

DF: Jones is as skilled on the ground as he is in the air….incredible….

JK: A big warning sign to anyone who wants to challenge this guy….INCOMING!

DF: OH SNAP!

JK: We didn’t even see it coming….

Jones leaps out of the air, looking for a flying clothesline, but is greeted by a huge brogue kick out of nowhere by Bryan Wells, landing right on the jaw of Jones and sending him toppling through the ropes to the outside of the ring.

JK: Could that be a game-changer right there….

DF: I think that just ended the game…..Jones may be unworldly but he just got decimated by that shot…

JK: Wells landing the killer blow when it seemed like he was ripe for the picking….

DF: You never underestimate anyone whose back is up against the wall, dangerous creatures…

Wells is on his knees, laughing uncontrollably as the instant replays flash up over and over again. The referee is leaning out of the ropes, looking down at the motionless form of Mr Jones, and is administering the ten count…

JK: If Jones doesn’t get back in the ring by ten then Wells is victorious…

DF: He said he was gonna do it, and not a damn person believed him….Wells pulling it out the bag here tonight…

The count is up to five and still Jones is flat on his back, seemingly unconscious from the severity of the blow. Wells is slowly getting back to his feet, still laughing as the crowd boo him…………………..6…………………………7…………………Wells is already raising his arms in victory when…

JK: HE SAT UP!

DF: NO…..WAY….

JK: Folks not even your television screens can do this moment justice….if you are not here in the Coliseum tonight then you are missing out….

DF: This (beep) crazy……I’ll be damned…

Jones sits straight up, causing Wells to recoil in terror, before he turns his masked head to his foe and stares straight into his eyes. The crowd are jumping up and down as Jones climbs back to his feet, up onto the apron and over the top rope by the count of nine.!

JK: I don’t believe what we are seeing….he was out cold…

DF: I told you, this guy is not normal….he is a genetic freak of nature…

Wells charges forwards, sending multiple right hands at the head of Jones, but they are having very little effect. Jones then crunches a huge uppercut under the jaw of his opponent, rocking him to his core, and whips him off the ropes before sending him into a huge backbody drop as he comes back to the centre of the ring.

JK: Jones is loading up now….he’s caught that second wind…

DF: Not what his opponent wanted…

Wells gets back up and he is thrown into the corner, where Jones unleashes a barrage of lefts and rights. He then whips Wells to the opposite side and follows up with a huge splash before beckoning him out into a big sidewalk slam…………………………………..1……………………………….2……………………Wells just presses his shoulder up into the air.

JK: That was close…..Wells feeling the full effects of this beatdown now….

DF: Jones seems like he hasn’t even missed a beat….

Wells gets back up to his feet and Jones takes him over with an impressive belly to belly suplex before rolling on top of his rival, connecting with vicious ground and pound. The referee intervenes on the count of four and Jones gets back to his feet, preparing for a final strike….

JK: I have to admit that I wasn’t expecting this match to even go this long…I thought Wells was getting steamrollered tonight…

DF: He has given a good account of himself…but against this opponent I don’t know if that will ever be enough….Jones is on another planet….

JK: He said that tonight Wells would pay for his crimes, and he is doing just that…….the end is in sight….TOMBSTONE!

Jones easily flips Wells up onto his shoulders and prepares to drill him the tombstone piledriver but Wells shows amazing improvisation to drop backwards and somehow reverse their positions…

DF: What?

JK: This is crazy……TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!

The fans are stunned as Wells smiles before drilling Mr Jones with the tombstone piledriver and immediately makes the cover..

DF: He’s beating him with his own move…

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DF: Oh my….

JK: Doctor Bryan Wells….

DF: FOOT ON THE ROPES!

The crowd are cheering as the referee’s hand comes down for three and then he waves it off, signalling to Jones’ foot resting on the bottom rope. Bryan Wells’ eyes look ready to bulge out of his head as he realizes what is happening….

JK: I think that Wells might just flip out now……

DF: He thought he had the match won…………he should have had the match won…..this is really something else….

JK: Extraordinary scenes here at Atonement…

Wells is back on his feet and he seizes the referee by the front of the shirt, desperately trying to get him to reverse his decision. The official shakes his head and pulls himself free, just as Mr Jones sits up once again…

DF: How is this guy even still moving after that tombstone?

JK: I get chills even thinking about what Mr Jones is all about…

Wells looks gob smacked before kicking Jones in the face, leaving him sprawled on the canvass once more. He looks around at the crowd, who are jeering him, and then he backs into the corner, lifting himself onto the second rope and waits. Jones is getting back to his feet quickly as Wells jumps off, crashing a double axe handle into the top of his head…

DF: But this guy is getting back up again…..how do you keep him down?

Jones is getting back up and Wells lifts him into a big bodyslam, but only succeeds in putting Jones down for seconds. Wells climbs out onto the apron and then jumps into a springboard, taking Jones off his feet for a third time with a massive clothesline…

JK: Wells has hit Jones with everything but the kitchen sink….but still he keeps coming….

The crowd are cheering and Wells looks stunned as Jones begins to climb to his feet once again. Wells scratches his head and then lifts his opponent up onto his shoulders….

DF: DEATH BEFORE DISHONOUR!

Wells looks to the score with the over-the-shoulder cutter but Jones slips off the back, spins Wells around and grips him around the throat…

JK: CHOKE…

Wells stomps on Jones’ foot with real venom, breaking his opponent’s grasp, before lifting him up into a different position on his shoulders…

DF: Here we go…

Wells takes Jones down with a belly to back piledriver (Sheamus’ White Noise) and makes the cover………………………..1………………………………………….2………………………Jones gets his shoulder up once more.

JK: I am struggling to comprehend how this is happening….

DF: It just isn’t falling for Wells…he can’t buy a win, no matter what…

JK: He has literally wrestled a fantastic match here, but he can’t find a telling blow…

Wells scratches his fingernails down the front of his cheeks, leaving deep red welts, before he gets back up. He stares down at Jones with fury and hatred before ushering him to stand up once again. The crowd are hurling abuse at him as he leans in the corner and waits for his moment to strike…

DF: Mr Jones has taken the best shots that Bryan Wells has to offer…but how much more can he withstand? Where is the threshold with this guy?

JK: Does he have one?

DF: Everyone has one…

JK: FLATLINE!

Wells looks for the brogue kick again but Jones is wise to it and dodges the shot before kicking Wells in the stomach and he flips him into the air….

DF: Power…

Wells rolls down the back of the powerbomb attempt and into a schoolboy………………………1………………………………2………………………..shoulder up from Jones. They both scramble to a vertical base and Jones looks for a big boot but Wells ducks under it and dives on his back…

JK: CROSSFACE CHICKENWING!

Jones flaps wildly as Wells synches in the submission and tries to take him to the ground. The masked superstar sways back and forth but refuses to go down, instead he charges backwards into the corner and squashes Wells against the turnbuckle. Jones throws hard back elbows into the body and head of his opponent before walking out of the corner and waits for Wells to come towards him…

DF: Choke…..

Wells jumps out of the side of the chokeslam attempt and drives a knee into Jones’ stomach before scooping him onto his shoulders….

JK: DEATH…

Jones drives elbows into the side of Wells’ jaw and shimmies off his shoulders and then lifts Wells up himself, drawing his finger across his throat as he does so….

DF: TOMB…

Wells kicks and squirms before he is able to jump out the back and run off the ropes, timing his run to perfection as Jones turns around…

JK: FLATLINE!

DF: HE GOT ALL OF IT!

JK: GAME OVER!

The crowd groan as Wells connects with the full impact of the brogue kick, dropping Jones in an instant. Wells drops down to his knees, shaking with jubilation before he hooks both of Jones’ legs…
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DF: WELL I’LL BE DAMNED….

JK: This is not happening…

The crowd are shaking the foundations of the arena as Jones once again finds a way to kick out of the assault. Wells is beside himself with rage, slapping his hands on the mat and arguing with the referee. He gets to his feet and right in the referee’s face, but the official holds his ground and sticks to his decision!

DF: It was a definite two….I can understand Wells’ frustration but that was a two count…

JK: What does this guy have to do?

Wells is looking down at Jones, a dark shadow passing over his face and he climbs out of the ropes and drops down to the outside. The fans look confused until Wells walks over to the announce area and he grabs a steel chair, folding it up and heading back to the ring.

JK: Not what is the point in this….a sure-fire way to get disqualified….

DF: I don’t think Wells cares about that…he wants rid of Jones and he sees no other option…

Wells climbs back into the ring and then referee tries to get in his way, only for him to shove the official to the ground. Jones is slowly getting back up to his feet as Wells draws the chair back………………..CRACK!

DF: Like a gunshot….

The referee is immediately signalling for the bell as Wells crashes the steel chair right off the top of Jones’ head, staggering him back into the ropes like a punch drunk boxer. Wells lifts the chair up and this time he rattles it against the shoulder of Jones before lashing it across his back as he turns around…Jones stumbles across the ring and into the ropes before coming back…

JK: One more big shot should do it……

DF: BOOM!

The crowd break out into cheers as Jones throws his foot up in desperation and kicks the chair straight into Wells’ face, dropping him to the mat. Jones shakes his head, regaining his senses, and then waits for Wells to stand up….

JK: Wells might live to regret bringing that chair in the ring….CHOKESLAM!

DF: ALL THE WAY TO HELL!

The ring shakes as Jones ploughs Wells into the mat with the almighty chokeslam. He then looks out at the crowd and slowly draws his finger across his throat before he drags Wells back to his feet and flips him up…

JK: And I think this is where the ride ends……TOMBSTONE!

DF: Right on the chair!

The impact echoes around the arena as Jones plants Wells head-first ontop of the steel chair in the middle of the ring, leaving him completely motionless on the canvass. Jones’ inhuman eyes just stare into the camera as they zoom in for a closeup.

DF: And right there might just be the last we see of Bryan Wells…

JK: He may think twice about showing his face around here again after the beating he has sustained this evening…..this was brutal…

DF: It didn’t matter what he did….the tombstones, the brogue kick, the steel chair…none of it was enough to keep Jones down…

JK: In the end he got himself disqualified, but that did not save him from Jones’ wrath…..tonight, I think it is fair to say, Bryan Wells has been served justice in front of the Coliseum…

The mist is already starting to swirl around ringside again and the “Funeral March” plays out of the sound system as Jones stands up, looking down at the unmoving form of Bryan Wells. The masked giant just continues to glare before the lights go out completely. When they come back on, Jones has gone, and only the referee and Wells remain.

DF: Deeply troubling times for the EWF roster…because you have to wonder what is next for Mr Jones?

JK: Unless Bryan Wells returns with a new found confidence, I think this chapter is over. Jones could very well target anyone he likes….and who can stop him? He looks unnatural in his ability and it will take something special to de-rail his train…..

DF: And still we have no true answers….sure, he served justice on Wells tonight but is that his complete agenda? Will he just disappear now? Or is he going to focus his sights elsewhere?

JK: Very intriguing times ahead of us to say the least….two terrific contests down, still three more on their way folks…..EWF Atonement continues …

Official result: Mr Jones by DQ
Match time: 8 minutes 06 seconds

*We are backstage and the crowd boo as Alex Garcia steps in front of the camera, standing with Carlton Jacobs. Garcia is kitted out in brown boots, jeans, no top and a cowboy hat. He smiles and chews on a cocktail stick as the interview begins.

Jacobs: My guest at this time is the number one contender to the TV Championship, arguably the most controversial man on the EWF roster…

*Garcia nods his head in satisfaction

Jacobs: Alex Garcia!

*The crowd boo and Garcia mockingly tips his hat at the camera

Jacobs: In just a few moments, Alex, you will meet Liam Wood here at Atonement, the TV Title on the line. This is almost two months in the making….ever since you took the championship from Viper just after he had won it…..and since then it has escalated to a point where there is no turning back…tonight it all comes to a head…

Garcia: Why would either of us want to turn back now? How hypocritical would that be? Look I know I have been a little bit up and down in recent weeks, my drinking has probably got to an excessive point and I don’t know whether I am coming or going….but that doesn’t change what I did, and it doesn’t make me regret any of my actions.

Daniel Magnusson, Liam Wood, you, the commentators, all you have done since I signed for EWF is disrespect me. Painted me out as the villain, the badguy, and all I have done is match your expectations. Whilst little Snakey boy Viper has been given the golden child image, the limelight, the fame and the fortune….

Jacobs: He has earned the right….

Garcia: He earned nothing. He won a cheap battle royal to win that belt, a battle royal that I was excluded from.

Jacobs: Because you assaulted two referees…

Garcia: After they had verbally abused me….that part never gets reported…

Jacobs: There is no evidence…

Garcia: What a surprise. There is a ton of evidence to back up your claims about me, but not one iota to support me. Is that just a coincidence? Or should we start talking about reality here…..Magnusson wants me to be the angry villain, he wants all the brain-dead, moronic fans to boo me….he doesn’t want me to have the sort of power that will enable me to re-structure the landscape of professional wrestling…..he is deliberately holding me back…

Jacobs: But he granted you…

Garcia: He didn’t grant me anything, Wood agreed to the title match because it is what I deserve. I didn’t get my shot at Iron Man but tonight I do, and I am going to seize that opportunity with both hands. I played the whole system this last month, even when I was off my face on beer, I pushed the buttons of everyone around me because I knew that was my ticket to the top…

I manipulated this situation….I made Wood give me this match, I made Magnusson sign off on it….because you can’t hold talent like mine back….you don’t stand a chance…

Jacobs: And how do you rate your chances of winning the Tv Title tonight?

Garcia: Is that a serious question? I mean let’s be realistic and truthful here. I am, hands down, the most talented man on this roster, probably in this industry. Mic work, ring work, the ability to sell merchandise and pay per views….your looking at the total package all rolled into one right here. I am a promoter’s wet dream…but Daniel Magnusson is too stupid to realise it….he’s sitting on a damn goldmine here.

So instead of sitting on my hands, waiting for my call-up, I am being pro-active and I am making things happen, because I deserve things to happen. Liam Wood…..Jason Sparkz….these aren’t game-changing names. These aren’t trailblazers……they are “yes” men, company stooges…..I’m an icon in waiting….the next big thing….the future….and now it is my time to shine.

What are my chances of winning tonight? I already won, so all bets are off. You saw what I did to Viper two weeks ago, you all watched the preview, tonight is going to be no different.

Jacobs: And what about Emmy? Obviously she got caught in the crossfire of this war a few weeks ago, and you have made some unsavoury comments towards her in the buildup to this match. Do you think she is a factor?

Garcia: I don’t have a problem with the lady, I made some comments, big deal, but that doesn’t mean I feel animosity toward her, she isn’t the one stealing my spot. As for what happened two weeks ago, that isn’t my fault and I think we can all agree on that.

She made the decision to get involved in that match, and Wood is the one that sent her flying off the apron. That is an issue they need to iron out between themselves. As for her being a factor, I sincerely hope not. Because tonight I have a very clear goal in mind, and there is not going to be a single obstacle that I allow to get in my way. She wants to come out there and interject herself in proceedings, she’ll find out exactly why they call me “Wildfire”. I don’t condone violence toward women, but if you’re stupid enough to cross my path when I’m in the zone, you accept the consequences whether you like it or not.

Jacobs: And just quickly, there has been a few rumours flying around about your past and perhaps a few issues that may be affecting your lifestyle. Is this something you have discussed with EWF officials? Are they aware of your background…

*Garcia looks Jacobs up and down and then removes his hat

Garcia: I don’t think now is the time to talk about that. My past is my past, and EWF wouldn’t have signed off on my contract of they didn’t know where I came from. Perhaps I’m still living with the ghosts of yesteryear, but I’m dealing with them………….I haven’t drank in ten days, I’m as sober as a judge and there is a very key influence behind that change…

Jacobs: What influence is that?

Garcia: All in good time. All you need to know is that when the time is right, I am pulling the trigger and then you will know exactly who I am, and you will give me the respect I deserve.

This is bigger than me and Wood, I couldn’t really care less about that douche, the EWF TV Title is just my ticket to the big time, my open doorway to the next level of my operation.

I lost sight for a little while but now I am back, and my mind has never been clearer. Once I have my rightful position in the hierarchy of EWF, then we are going to make some waves, then the truth will be known!

*Jacobs nods his head and Garcia shoves past him, heading out toward the entranceway.

*The scene changes and Bryan Wells is staggering through the backstage area, breathing deeply and yelling out in anger. He falls to his knees, pushing his hear from his face and revealing a large cut from where he landed on the steel chair. Backstage personnel are veering in opposite directions to the maniacal superstar, as he begins to talk to himself.

Wells: You think this is over? You think I will just give up so easily……………..YOU THINK!

*Wells coughs and then spits blood across the floor

Wells: This is only just beginning, demon, I am not finished with you just yet…….you come here…..try to destroy my life, ruin my livelihood….well now I think it is time for me to return the compliment……..maybe I should take an eye for an eye…

*He laughs hoarsely

Wells: I will not just lay down and allow you to walk all over me……….your form of “justice” is pitiful…..you do not possess the power to send me to an early grave…………………when this is done, masked crusader, it shall be your epitaph that the world is forced to read…

*Wells pushes himself up to his feet and staggers forwards, barging through the door and into his own locker-room. He pushes over a table, scattering medical equipment all over the floor, and then slides to his knees in front of a floor length mirror.

Wells: Look at me…..LOOK…..nothing but superficial wounding….nothing but the most basic of injuries. You are no phenom…………..you are no executioner…………you are a fraud…………….nothing but a masked phony…..

Underneath your cloak and your veil of mystery is nothing but a coward…….you will see….YOU WILL SEE THAT I AM NOT PLAYING GAMES ANY MORE…

*Wells’ breathing becomes more and more staggered as he presses his face right against the mirror

Wells: You can have this round, with my compliments….but don’t go far…..because I am coming for you….and when I do…

*Wells is laughing hysterically now

Wells: When I do……that will be…..THE END FOR YOU!

*He leans back and then ploughs his face right against the mirror, shattering the glass everywhere. He presses his hands against his face and then stares at his palms, now covered in blood, and laughs even more.

Wells: You cannot defeat me creature of the night….you will never defeat me….

*The scene fades out as Wells continues to laugh and stare at his own blood

*We change again and Liam Wood is taping up his fists for the upcoming match. The crowd cheer at the sight of him and then Emmy steps into view, holding the TV Title belt. Wood stands up tall and Emmy passes him the championship, which he swings over his shoulder, before they embrace.

Emmy: Ready?

Wood: Ready….it’s time to make a statement.

Emmy: That’s all you need to do, concentrate on the job at hand and show everyone what Viper is all about tonight. You have worked so hard for these moments, make the most of them.

*Wood kisses Emmy on top of the head and smiles

Wood: Thank you…

Emmy: What for?

Wood: Being by my side throughout this whole journey. Sticking by through thick and thin, I wouldn’t have made it this far without you.

Emmy: Well I’m not going anywhere, so let’s hope there is plenty more highs to achieve on this journey yet…starting tonight!

Wood: Definitely….I used to be so angry at Garcia, but now I pity him. He doesn’t even have a clue about how to live an adult life. He is just a lost little boy, lashing out, I think tonight it is about time I took him back to school.

Emmy: I like that confidence….just concentrate on your game and nothing else will get in the way. You’ve got this!

Wood: I know….I no longer feel like he is creeping under my skin, he is nothing but a minor irritation and tonight I will get rid of him for good. This is the first step of the rest of our lives….it’s only upwards climbing from here. I have a good feeling about our future.

Emmy: Me too!

*She leans up and kisses him again

Wood: Just one thing…

Emmy: I know what you’re going to say, and don’t worry, I won’t be coming out there tonight. Last time I was worried, your head wasn’t straight, but tonight I know everything is in hand. You’re going to finish this episode with Garcia and then we can move on, I believe in you!

Wood: That’s all the confidence I need. I cannot wait to get out there and show the world exactly what I have in store for them tonight!

*They hug and then Wood turns away and heads out of the locker-room. He shuts the door behind him and Emmy smiles as she heads back to the sofa.

*Mike Conrad is standing by with Hugh Cartwright as we change scene at Atonement. The crowd the sight of Conrad, but he does not look in an amused mood.

Hugh: Mike, I first have to ask you, ahead of your Three Stages of Hell match tonight….are you concerned about your partner’s state of mind? Do you really think Jimmy Phillips should be competing tonight?

Conrad: I can see your point, Hugh, but I reject it all the same. I have gotten to know Jimmy over the last month or so, and I feel pretty confident that no matter what situation stares him in the face, he will always have enough character to see him through.

I know this is more than a tough time for Jimmy right now, not knowing where Hayley is, not knowing what Machiavelli and the FEAR are doing to here……..but that is also his driving force, that is what is fuelling his fire. Because I have never seen Jimmy so focused, never so alive……I will go on record, right here in the Coliseum tonight and tell you that you are going to witness a caged animal unleashed.

*The crowd cheer

Hugh: But is there any word on Hayley Lennox’ whereabouts?

Conrad: I haven’t heard anything and I don’t believe Jimmy has either, at least not for a while. We know Machiavelli has her, and this is his great masterplan in order to make me and Jimmy lose our focus, but it will not work. This isn’t easy, never did I expect it to be, but I refuse to bow down to the pressure that is being placed upon our shoulders.

We will bring Hayley back, there is not a doubt in my mind, and we will also have our revenge….two straight months’ worth of revenge that will be sweeter than anything I have ever experienced in my life before.

Hugh: And you have no concerns about entering into the dangerous environment of this contest? Careers may be shortened here tonight, Mike….

Conrad: I am aware of the concerns surrounding this match, but that is no reason at all to have any second thoughts. FEAR have tried repeatedly to end my career, to end Phillips’ career, and for me there is no other way to draw this to a conclusion. I know the risks, but I am willing to do whatever it takes in order to end this once and for all.

Falls count anywhere…..tables….even this dreaded Dante’s Peak….I’ll walk through it all, and I am confident that Jimmy will too……because until Dario Machiavelli, Ojore and anyone else that represents FEAR is out of our lives…..our career goals will never be accomplished.

Hugh: And have you been in contact with Jimmy Phillips today? Because apparently he is not here yet…

Conrad: I spoke to Jimmy on the phone this afternoon and although his spirits are low, he was as determined as ever to be here and settle the score with FEAR. He had a few issues he needed to take care of…..arrangements with lawyers and the such regarding custody of Amy Lennox……but I have never been surer of anything in my life…he’ll be here……and when all is said and done………….we will have our retribution!

Hugh: I thank you for your time Mike, and good luck for tonight…

*Conrad nods, a hint of unknowing in his eyes, and Cartwright smiles before we go back to ringside

Match 3
EWF TV Championship
"The Viper" Liam Wood © vs Alex Garcia

JK: How confident are you that Phillips is in the right state of mind for tonight?

DF: Not at all, how can he be? His girlfriend has been kidnapped, he doesn’t know where she is…..and now he has to fight against the men that are holding her captive…come on, that is going to screw with anyone’s mind…

JK: It certainly is and I really do not know what is going to happen in that three stages of hell match a little later on…

DF: it’s going to be chaos…

Ding ding

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall….and it is for the EWF TV CHAMPIONSHIP!

*Crowd pop

JK: But before we get to that, we have the small matter of our first title bout…

DF: And a matchup that is almost as personal as the upcoming Three Stages of Hell….

JK: This really is the end of the line for these two competitors in this match, it all comes to a head tonight….

The lights dim slightly and then “Seven Nation Army” roars out of the speakers, only to be greeted by wild boos from the crowd in attendance. Flames burn high across the front of the stage and then a shadow appears in the entranceway.

Ambrose: Introducing first…..the challenger…………….from El Paso, Texas………….weighing in at 230 pounds……………………Alllleeexxx Gaaaarrrrcccciiiiaaaaa!

Garcia is still dressed in his jeans and cowboy, the latter of which he removes and throws into the crowd. He seems in high spirits as he swaggers down the rampway and heads toward the ring.

DF: Garcia seems a lot more content than he has done recently…

JK: Perhaps he has overcome his issues from the past and is ready to move on?

DF: Or he’s buried them deep inside, just waiting for them to rip through his senses at a later date….

JK: Or there is that…either way, tonight is Alex Garcia’s chance to really make a statement in EWF….he could be the TV Champion by the end of the night!

DF: Trained by the legendary Drake Calihan, this guy has all the skills in the world to make special things happen. So far he hasn’t been in a place mentally where he can control his own destiny…..but if he gets all the pieces of the puzzle together, he could challenge anyone in this promotion…

Garcia looks the fans up and down before he motions a belt around his waist and climbs up into the ring. The boos continue to filter through as Garcia climbs onto the ropes and poses.

JK: This whole episode started when Garcia stole the TV Championship from Liam Wood, just after the champion had won it……Garcia did it to annoy Daniel Magnusson, but ended up provoking the ire of the champion even more….

DF: Garcia was looking for respect from the boss, and instead he found himself on the wrong end of an a55 whooping from Wood…..since then things have gotten a little out of hand…

JK:Events that reached boiling point two weeks ago on Conflict….Wood and Garcia were involved in a fierce no holds barred, non-title match…

*The VT shows clips of the match and Emmy suffering from the spear by Wood before Garcia smashes a glass bottle over his head.

DF: As you can see, it was the champion’s girlfriend who got caught up in the crossfire….that made him even more angry….

JK: Wood has since calmed down, slightly, and he is vowing to end this whole saga right here tonight…but Garcia may have different ideas….

DF: Of course he does…Garcia is here to win and he believes he will. He may be in a strange place right now, but I get the feeling this guy is on the cusp of something historic…

Garcia paces the ring, stretching his shoulders and neck before “I killed the prom queen” screams out and the entire audience rises to their feet in appreciation. Pyros explode up into the cool night air and then all eyes are drawn to the stage.

Ambrose: And his opponent…….from Hereford, United Kingdom……………weighing in at 235 pounds………he is the current, reigning and defending EWF Television Champion………..The Viiipppeeer……..Liiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaammmmmmm Wooooooooooooooddddddddddddddd!

JK: The roof in danger of blowing off inside the Coliseum…..the champ is here….

DF: Huge ovation for The Viper….business just picked up….

Wood walks out onto the stage, the TV Title slung over his shoulder, and he nods in appreciation of the fans’ support before throwing his arms in the air, causing more pyros to explode. Wood then makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans as he does so. All the while, Garcia continues to pace the ring, watching his opponent with a smirk.

JK: The title reign of Liam Wood began on February 5th at the Iron Man Tournament….he outlasted three other men in a battle royal to win that belt, just moments before this whole feud began….

DF: And there hasn’t been one moment of letup since then…both these guys have got at it 100mph and their collision course has been set for weeks….it all boils down to this……the decider…..the climax…..who will have the final say in this fantastic rivalry?

JK: They are 1 for 1 in clashes thus far….winner takes all here tonight at Atonement…

DF: And you can sense the intensity….I love it….

Wood climbs up onto the apron and into the ring, where the referee quickly steps between the champion and challenger. Wood holds the title belt above his head as Garcia stops in his tracks and begins to staredown his opponent. There is an intense stand-off as the referee reads the riot act to both participants…

JK: Every clash…..every word or action that has passed between these two men will finally be dealt with right here….live on pay per view…

DF: TV Title on the line, as if that wasn’t enough….but this match is about so much more than that…

JK: Pride, respect, honour…you name it and this match has those connotations attached to it…

DF: Garcia wants to be respected, he wants the fame and the glory…..Wood is fighting for revenge, for resolution and for the honour of himself and his girlfriend….Garcia made this personal with things he has said and done….now Wood has a chance to throw it all back in his face…

The referee takes the TV Title from Wood and quickly passes it out to the timekeeper before standing in between both competitors again. Once he is satisfied that they understand his rules, he steps back and gives the signal for the bell.

JK: And we are underway……one fall to a finish….EWF TV Title on the line….

DF: Respect or retribution? Time to find out…

Both men circle and then launch into a collar and elbow tieup in the centre of the ring. Garcia tries to shove Wood back toward the ropes but Viper is stronger and he presses his foe back into the corner, where the referee breaks them apart.

JK: Wood has that fire in his eyes tonight……

DF: He knows more than anyone what this match means tonight, winning is a must…

Garcia comes back out of the corner and they circle again before Garcia attempts to steal in with a kick to the gut but Wood catches his leg and flips him backwards, causing Garcia to land hard on his chest. Garcia scrambles back up as Wood runs off the adjacent ropes and returns with a hard boot to the side of Garcia’s head, sending him flying into the corner. Wood charges in with a knee to the midsection and then he unloads with a barrage of rights and lefts, slumping Garcia into a seated position.

JK: Wood is not being denied tonight….he is not leaving anything to chance…

Wood backs away from the corner, sizing up his options, and then he runs back in and connects with a vicious kick to the face of Garcia (broski boot). He pulls his opponent out of the corner and drops into a cover…………………1………………………………2…………………………shoulder up. Wood slams clubbing forearms across the back of Garcia and then drags him up, lifting him into a vertical suplex position…..

DF: Big strength from Viper…

He walks Garcia to the corner and then slams him down onto the top of the turnbuckle. He lashes hard chops into Garcia’s chest before climbing up on the ropes himself. He connects with several more punches and chops before he lifts Garcia’s arm over his head and pulls him upright….

JK: Superplex….Wood is wasting no time in this match…

DF: Relentless….

The ring shakes as Garcia is ploughed into the canvass and then Viper makes the cover………………………..1……………………………..2……………….kickout. Wood seizes Garcia by the hair and drags him back up before underhooking his arms….

DF: VIPER…

Garcia runs Wood back into the corner and opens up with two shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He draws his shoulder back for a third but Viper drives his knee in the way, scrambling Garcia’s senses.

JK: Garcia at sixes and sevens after that blow…

Garcia staggers away and then Wood runs out after him, flooring him with a big clothesline. Garcia gets back up to his feet and Wood slings him into a hiptoss before letting him stand for a third time and he dodges a right hand from Garcia and takes him to ground…

DF: Crossface…

JK: Submission could end it early…

The crowd are cheering as it seems Wood is destined to lock in the submission hold. Garcia is kicking and scrambling, desperately trying to pull himself free, but Wood is pressing all his bodyweight down on top of his opponent and drags his arm into place….

DF: Garcia is about to feel the wrath of the Viper…

JK: He’s….wait…

Garcia pushes off with his right hand and flips all his bodyweight, causing him to land ontop of Wood…………………………………1……………………………………………..2………………………shoulder up just in time. They both scramble up and Viper reacts faster again, this time with a beautiful overhead belly to belly suplex………………..1…………………………………..2…………….Garcia kicks out!

JK: Garcia hasn’t been able to get started just yet…

DF: Wood hasn’t allowed him any time….great tactics by the champion…..

Wood stomps down on Garcia’s chest before dragging him up to a standing position and lifting him onto his shoulders. He spins him around in an airplane fashion before dropping Garcia down, sending Wildfire into a daze. Garcia staggers off balance and Wood kicks him in the stomach…

DF: VIPER…

Garcia staggers backwards and counters this time with a backdrop, sending Viper over the top rope onto the apron. Garcia then falls forwards to the centre of the ring and doesn’t realize that Wood is already back on his feet, primed to strike…

JK: Right now Garcia is just doing anything he can to survive….

DF: Might not have much time for that either….SPRINGBOARD….

JK: OH WOW!

Wood springboards into a flying lariat but Garcia leaps into midair to meet him, crashing home a sickening dropsault straight to the face. Wood lands heavily on his back as Garcia lands gracefully out on his feet, quickly seizing the legs of his opponent and turning him over…

DF: TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!

JK: Garcia is a mighty fine submission wrestler…

The crowd look on in dismay as Garcia succeeds in turning his opponent over and locking in the cloverleaf submission. He has the legs crossed at a unnatural degree and is pulling right down on the back of Wood, applying serious pressure….

DF: Liam Wood was enjoying complete control in this match, but in one moment it all switched around…

JK: Garcia is no joke, I think that is apparent to anyone involved with EWF. When this guy turns up, he can go with the best of them…..

DF: And Wood is finding that out once again tonight….his TV Title reign could be drawing to a close…

The referee is down at Wood’s face, asking him if he wants to quit, but the champion shakes his head and refuses to give up. He stretches out his hand but the ropes is still too far away for him to grab ahold of, allowing Garcia to crank up the pressure even more…

JK: Garcia has been so mentally unstable in the last couple of weeks that I wondered how he would approach this match….but now he seems right back on song….

DF: I think there are issues there, skeletons in the closet that maybe this guy needs to address in order for him to truly move on in life….but right now I don’t think it is having any effect on him…he is very close to a career-defining victory….

Wood’s face is bright red and there are beads of sweat dripping from his forehead as he struggles to cope with the agony of the submission hold. Garcia is yanking back as hard as he can, yelling out “Tap” every few seconds….

JK: Garcia is taunting Wood now…..this is not the scenario that the champion had in mind…

DF: Of course he didn’t…he was coming out here to kick a55 and look where it has got him…

Wood is clawing at his own head, shaking in frustration as he is unable to break the hold, whilst Garcia is looking more and more comfortable as the moments pass. The official is once again asking Viper to consider his options in the match, but the champion is unwilling to entertain the idea of giving up….

JK: There is no way that Wood is going to willingly hand over that championship belt……….it just will not happen…..

DF: I think he would rather rip out his own eye balls than give anything to Alex Garcia…

Wood’s arm is shaking from the pain but he continues to push his body and crawl with every ounce of strength he possesses, finally reaching out and managing to lock his fist around the bottom rope, drawing huge cheers from the crowd inside the Coliseum. The referee is quickly up and counting as Garcia refuses to break the hold….

JK: Wood got the ropes….let go of him….

DF: Garcia has until the count of five….otherwise he is disqualified….

Garcia waits until the referee’s count gets to four and nine tenths before he lets go, leaving Wood in a heap on the deck. The crowd are applauding the champion and attempting to give him support, but the momentum has certainly shifted into the camp of the challenger.

JK: Wood showed true grit to get through that onslaught….

DF: Heart of a champion without a doubt….but how much did it take out of him? How much does this kid really have left?

Garcia barges past the referee and he begins to stomp down on the back of Wood, forcing the champion to roll under the bottom rope to the outside for salvation. Garcia is in no mood to wait around though and he follows, climbing off the apron and running at Wood, connecting with a double knee strike to the back that sends the champion crashing head-first into the security railing.

JK: Garcia has come alive now….he knows he is in control….

DF: And he is going to do everything he can to target that back….

Garcia stomps down on Wood, against the railing, and then he backs away and taunts the crowd. The referee’s count reaches three as Wood staggers back to his feet and Garcia ploughs him back into the ringside barrier before twisting him around and running him, spine-first, into the steel ringpost…..

JK: This is Garcia at his most vindictive…

DF: This is where he is most effective…he knows that Wood is hurt, and now he is going to expose any advantage he can…

Wood is clutching his spine as Garcia rolls him back into the ring and climbs onto the apron. Wood tries to get back to his feet as Garcia springboards off the ropes and lands double knees across the back of his foe as he comes out of the air…………..the challenger makes the cover……………………………1…………………………….2………………Wood gets his shoulder up!

JK: Such a different event to what we witnessed two weeks ago at Conflict, when these two men were just beating each other senseless with any weapons they could get ahold of….this is an actual wrestling match tonight….

DF: They are sticking to the rules, for now….but mark my words, if they could then they would be using anything they could get their damn hands on…..the hatred has not decreased in the slightest….

Garcia scoops Wood up into his arms, as he stands, and then drops him into a crunching backbreaker. He then rolls over to the front and grabs Wood’s legs again, lifting him up and turning him….

JK: Cloverleaf again…

Wood twists to his side and tries to turn out of the submission but Garcia is relentless and keeps tight hold. He tries to turn Viper again but the champion leans up and grabs Garcia by the hair, dragging him down into a small package……………………………..1…………………………….2………………………….shoulder up.

DF: Wood almost taking Garcia by surprise right there…

Both men scramble up and Wood targets a clothesline but Garcia switches underneath it and counters with a face-first Russian legsweep…………………………..1……………………………2………………shoulder up. Garcia looks to the referee in annoyance before he gets back to his feet and targets the back of Wood again with knees and elbows….

JK: Wood needs to break this cycle of Garcia’s dominance right now, because moment by moment you can sense the title slipping away from the champion…

Garcia drags Wood up and tries for a package piledriver but Viper swipes his legs and bridges over the top………………..1………………………………..2…………….Garcia bridges out. He spins back to a face to face position before dropping Viper with a belly to belly slam. Garcia then heads for the corner, climbs up the ropes and perches on top….

DF: Garcia taking his offense to the highest level….

Wood is slow back to his feet and Garcia watches his every move before he dives off, wrapping his legs around his opponent’s neck…

JK: Dragon…

Wood summons all of his strength to hold Garcia on his shoulders, preventing the dragonrana, and then counters with a sitdown powerbomb…………………….1……………………………2………………shoulder up. They both make it back to their feet and Wood gutwrenches Garcia into the air before dropping him backwards, hanging Garcia by the throat across the top rope…

DF: That’s a great way to get yourself back in the match……Wood may have just ripped himself an opening….

Wood crawls to the opposite side of the ring and uses the ropes to pull himself back up. Garcia is struggling to get his breathing under control as Wood makes it over to him and grabs him by the hair…

JK: Wood needs to turn it up a notch now…

DF: Not like that…

Garcia just drops backwards, using Wood’s own momentum to sling him through the ropes to the outside of the ring. The crowd are booing as Garcia flicks his hair from his face and then climbs out onto the apron, ready to build his next attack. Viper is just getting up as Garcia runs across the apron and dives off…

DF: SPEAR!

*Crowd cheer

JK: Boy did he need that…

Wood catches Garcia jumping off the apron and nails him with a rib-crushing spear. Both competitors are sprawled on the hard flooring as the referee is forced to begin counting them out…

DF: A countout would not satisfy either party….

JK: Wood would keep his title, but he will not gain the revenge on Garcia that he so sorely craves….

The count reaches four as Wood grabs ahold of the ring tarp and tries to pull himself to his feet………………5…………………………….6………………..Garcia is slumped on the steel steps, trying to regain his composure………………..7…………………..Wood is up and he grabs Garcia, pulling him forwards, and throws him back into the ring……………………….8………………..Wood climbs up onto the apron and goes to the top rope….

DF: This did not work out well early on for Liam Wood….

JK: WORKED JUST FINE NOW!

The crowd roar as Wood comes hurtling from on high, taking Garcia off his feet with a meaty lariat takedown. Viper then gets back up onto his feet and he seizes Garcia by the throat, detonating with a chokeslam….

DF: Match could be done….

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JK: Wood thought he was walking out of here right then……..but it was not to be…………

Wood shakes his head in disappointment, but wastes no time in going back on offense. He drags Garcia into place for a piledriver but Garcia kicks his legs and refuses to budge, before he swipes his foe’s legs out from under him and then slingshots him into the corner. Wood’s head connects with the turnbuckle and he staggers back….

DF: Tiger…

Garcia pulls Wood’s arms back for a tiger suplex but Wood then swings out, locks his hands around the waist of Garcia, and counters with a big-time German suplex. The crowd are cheering as Viper keeps his hands locked and drags Garcia up again, connecting with a second German…

JK: Wood digging as deep as he can possibly go right now….

DF: He wants the hat-trick….

Wood sucks it up and pulls his challenger up to a vertical base for a third time before bridging him into the best German suplex he can muster…
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JK: That seemed so certain to be the final count….

DF: Garcia obviously got guts of his own….

Wood pulls himself up in the corner and he crouches in place, waiting for Garcia to rise, and then charges out toward him…

JK: SPEAR…

Garcia scouts his opponent coming and takes him down with a quick drop toe-hold and then he swings around to the back and grabs Wood’s leg…

DF: One Eight Seven…

Garcia tries to synch in his variation on the anklelock but Wood turns onto his back and uses both feet to kick Garcia across the canvass. They both scramble back up to their feet and Viper ducks a clothesline attempt from his opponent…

JK: Full nelson…

Viper lifts Garcia up into the full nelson position but Garcia rolls down the front and pulls his rival into a pinning combination……………………………..1………………………………………………………..2………………shoulder up at the last minute. Garcia is quicker off the mark and he lifts Wood onto his shoulders as the champion rises…

DF: Fireman’s GUTBUSTER!

Garcia swings Wood off his shoulders into the gutbuster but Viper shows great awareness to catch his opponent’s leg on the way down and dragon screws him to the canvass before twisting him around…

JK: ANKLELOCK!

Garcia screams in pain as Wood turns his ankle at a sickening angle and will not relinquish. Wildfire crawls desperately for the ropes and reaches out but Viper drags him right back to the centre of the ring and turns the ankle again…

DF: Garcia in a whole world of trouble now…..Wood has him tied up….

JK: The pain the challenger is experiencing must be excruciating…

Garcia’s hand is shaking but he will not quit, instead choosing to turn on his back and attempt to kick Wood away, but to no great effect. Wood is able to roll with the kick and spin back into position, turning the ankle of his opponent as he does so….

DF: Garcia’s two month quest may be about to come to a dramatic end….

JK: All his hard work is about to go down the drain…

Garcia is ripping at his own hair as he attempts to block out the agony he is experiencing. He then begins to slam his hands down on the mat again and drag his body toward the ropes…

JK: Garcia needs to make his way to safety…..he needs the ropes and desperately….

Garcia’s hand is inches away from the ropes and he stretches out to grab ahold, only for Viper to pull him away again and crank the submission to the next level. Garcia’s ankle is turned at an abnormal angle and tapping out seems like the only option…

DF: He’s gonna…

Garcia rolls forwards at the last moment, sending Wood crashing off balance and into the turnbuckle. Garcia is able to stagger up for a matter of moments and run toward Wood…

JK: SUNSET HEIGHTS!

The crowd boo as Garcia connects with zigzag neckbreaker on the champion. Wildfire is holding his ankle, clearly in a lot of discomfort, but is then able to pull himself across and he hooks both of Wood’s legs with a satisfied smile on his face…

DF: Alex Garcia, the new TV Champion…

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JK: HE KICKED OUT!

*Crowd roar

DF: That’s a true champion’s spirit right there…

JK: Garcia looks like he may go into meltdown…

Wood just manages to press his shoulder off the mat before the referee can bring his hand down for the final time. Garcia, who was certain of victory, is staring at the official with a disbelieving expression on his face. The referee tells Garcia that the match must continue, but Wildfire is determined to confront him…

JK: I’m not sure what arguing with the referee is going to achieve for Alex Garcia…

DF: He is just so amazed that Wood was able to kick out…

JK: He needs to get past it….it happened and now the fight continues…

Garcia argues with the referee, but the official refuses to change his standpoint. Garcia pushes the referee in the chest and shakes his head before turning around and grabs Wood by the head. He drags the champion back to his feet….

DF: Garcia is just going to have to work a little bit harder for this…

JK: Wait….VIPER DROP!

Wood stuns Garcia with an uppercut to the stomach out of nowhere and then connects with the elevated pedigree in the blink of an eye…..

DF: Viper just drilled his prey…

JK: Garcia didn’t even see it coming….

The crowd are cheering but Wood is still feeling the effects of his opponent’s attacks and needs to take a breather. Eventually, he pulls himself across and drops an arm across Garcia’s chest…

JK: Two months of pain ends in retribution….

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JK: Did it…

DF: Foot on the ropes…..look, foot on the ropes….

The crowd are already in celebration when the referee waves his hands refuses to count anymore. Liam Wood looks confused until the official points to Alex Garcia’s right boot, which is rested across the bottom rope and making the count redundant…

JK: That is a surprise….

DF: Garcia still had enough about him to pinpoint the ropes…..big effort from the challenger…

JK: From both men, terrific contest for the TV Championship…right here at EWF Atonement….

Wood is slumped against the ropes, seemingly at a loss of what to do next. He starts to crawl back to his feet and he spits out of the ring to the outside before he grabs a handful of Garcia’s hair and pulls him to his feet…..

DF: One might of not been enough, but two definitely will be….VIPER DROP!

Garcia swipes his foe’s legs at the very last moment and then tries to turn him over into another Texas cloverleaf. Wood fights and turns his body one way before shooting back the other, sending Garcia flailing across the ring. They both get back up and Wood looks for a running boot but Garcia ducks it and then takes the champion off his feet with a spinning heel kick. Garcia looks around and then runs to the ropes…

JK: LIONSAULT!

Garcia springboards into the moonsault but Wood drives his knees up at the last moment, sending Garcia rolling across the canvass. Both men slowly get back to their feet and Wood catches Garcia coming in with a crunching sky-high powerbomb…

DF: That should be enough…

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JK: But still it isn’t…..Wood is throwing everything at his challenger….

DF: That isn’t going to help his anger toward Garcia, he just cannot put this guy away…

Wood looks to the referee is surprise, allowing Garcia to roll out of the ring to the outside. Viper follows his opponent and he grabs him by the scruff of the neck, only for Garcia to ram a side elbow into the ribs of Wood and then he lifts Wood onto his shoulders and walks him forwards, throwing him into a gutbuster that lands Wood’s chest and body across the steel steps…

JK: And all complexions just changed after that move….

DF: Alex Garcia pulled that from the very depths of his moveset…

Wood is writhing in agony on the floor and Garcia pulls him up, dumping him back into the ring. Wildfire then climbs onto the apron and slingshots himself over the top rope into a plancha across the body of Wood. The champion is slow to get back to his feet and Garcia flips him the bird before kicking him in the stomach…

DF: CATALINA…

Garcia kicks Wood in the stomach and looks for the stunner, but Wood counters into a full nelson and pushes forwards on Garcia’s neck…

JK: VIPER LOCK!

DF: He’s synched it in…

Garcia is trapped in the clutches of Viper and seems to be falling down into the camel clutch position before he slings Wood over his shoulder at the very last minute…

JK: AH THE REFEREE TOOK A KNOCK!

The referee is sent tumbling as Wood crashes into him. Garcia is then able to land a low-blow out of nowhere, causing boos from the crowd…

DF: CATALINA WINEMIXER!

JK: No referee….

Garcia has both legs hooked and he is smacking his hand down on the mat but there is no referee to make the count, prompting the crowd to cheer. Garcia looks thunderous as he looks down at Wood and then he rolls from the ring, pushing the timekeeper to the ground as he grabs the EWF TV Title….

DF: Garcia has lost it….he knows that he was going to win right there…

JK: Only because he used the low-blow….that is the only reason he has the advantage…

Garcia laughs as the crowd boo him and then he rolls back into the ring. He beckons for Viper to stand up and then pulls the belt back, ready to strike….

JK: Don’t turn around Liam…

Wood spins around, unawares of what is awaiting him, and Garcia swings the title belt at his head but Viper is able to duck it….

DF: Missed him……..VIPER DROP!

Wood kicks Garcia in the gut and hooks his arms for the pedigree but Garcia counters out with a backdrop. Viper gets back up and Garcia kicks him in the stomach…

JK: CATALINA…

Garcia looks for the stunner once again but Wood pushes him into the corner and then follows in with a flying spear, but Wildfire rolls out of the way and sends Viper through the ropes and straight into the ringpost.

Crowd:OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

DF: That is not what the champion needed….

JK: OR THAT!.....DAMMIT!

DF: Right between the eyes….he nailed it…

Wood crunches into the ringpost and then turns back around, allowing Garcia to blast him in the face with the TV Title. Garcia throws the belt from the ring as the referee comes back around…

JK: Not like this…

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DF: No….

JK: Highway robbery…

Ding ding ding

DF: I’m stunned….

JK: This is disgusting…..he didn’t earn that….he is a cheat…

DF: The referee has no idea…

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner……….and NEW EWF Television Champion……Alllllllllleeeeeeexxxxxxxx Gaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrccccccciiiiiiiiiiiaaaa!

JK: This is a damn travesty…..the referee was down and Garcia hit that low-blow and used the belt as a weapon….he should have been disqualified….no doubt about it…

DF: I agree with you….but the referee saw none of it, he didn’t have a choice but to make the cover…

The referee is holding his head slightly as the fans threaten to riot the Coliseum. Garcia is smiling broadly as the official is handed the TV Title by the timekeeper and he hands it the new champion, who cradles the belt to his chest. “Seven Nation Army” is echoing out of the speakers and the audience in attendance is baying for blood….

JK: I cannot believe what we are seeing….where is the justice? After everything that Garcia has done to Wood in the last two months and now this…he has stolen the championship…

DF: Garcia has used every advantage in the book….he has performed a true heist this evening…

JK: The EWF crowd are appalled at what they have witnessed…

Garcia is standing up, resting against the ropes, and he holds the TV Title up to the crowd with a cocky grin on his face. The boos are growing louder and louder as the referee is kneeling down, checking on Liam Wood.

DF: One title match down…one title change….the odds don’t look so good for Jason Sparkz now…

Garcia is still jubilant and then “The Boss” screams out of the speakers, drawing a huge reaction from the live crowd. Garcia looks bemused as Daniel Magnusson, looking less than impressed, makes his way out onto the stage.

DF: What does the boss have to say?

JK: Let’s listen and find out…

Magnusson: You know I set up EWF to be a real contender in the professional wrestling industry. And whilst I know I cannot hold power over every match, every outcome….there are some things that I just will not sit back and allow to happen.

*Crowd cheer and Garcia looks worried

Magnusson: No disrespect to our high ranking official, he was unaware of certain infringements in this match….but I will not allow you, of all people Garcia, to get away with murder after all you have put this company through………………lying, cheating and stealing at any available opportunity, but not on my watch, sir….not at all…

DF: What’s going on?

Magnusson: Mr referee, whilst you were laying in a state of unconsciousness I am afraid you missed Garcia using a low-blow and an illegal weapon in his very tainted victory….it is, therefore, my judgement call to come out here…..as the elected leader of EWF and make the call that needs to be made…

JK: Alex Garcia looks fit to burst…

Magnusson: It is my decision that Alex Garcia is not the TV Champion…

*Crowd pop

Magnusson: And that if he wishes to win that belt outright then he must earn it……I am ORDERING THIS MATCH TO CONTINUE!

DF: Whoah….

JK: GREAT CALL….MAGNUSSON ON THE MONEY!

DF: I think the roof may come off…

The Coliseum is awash with screaming fans as Garcia throws the TV Title down and stomps his foot in anger. He is pointing to Magnusson and screaming in fury, shouting “You screwed me….you screwed me you piece of (beep) “ over and over. The referee nods in acceptance of Mr Magnusson’s decision and signals for the bell to re-start the match…

Ding ding


JK: That was the correct call….great work by Daniel Magnusson………this match should have a true ending….

DF: I can’t argue that…………a champion must earn their place in history…….Garcia is just going to need to put in an extra shift….

JK: If he can get his head straight….he looks like he may explode…

Garcia spits in anger and then turns back around, straight into Liam Wood who kicks his opponent in the stomach and hooks his arms…

DF: VIPER…

Garcia twists out of the pedigree attempt and he lands a kick of his own to the stomach of Wood, doubling him over…

JK: CATALINA….

DF: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!

Garcia looks for the stunner but Wood pushes him off the ropes. When Garcia returns then Viper pushes him up into the air and drives a knee up into the face of Garcia as he comes back down…

DF: I’ve never seen impact like that in my life…

JK: Garcia’s face may be broken…

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JK: YES….YES HE GOT IT!

DF: Damn…it was all in that move……that knee was incredible….

Ding ding ding

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen………….here is your winner…………….and STILL EWF TV Champion……….The Viiiiiipppeeerr….Liiiiiiiiiaaaammmmm Woooooooddd

JK: Justice is done……………..what a shot………….what a moment……what a victory for Liam Wood…

DF: He snatched victory from the jaws of injustice and defeat….he has evened the score with Garcia, retribution belongs to the TV Champion………….I still can’t over that knee…

JK: A move fitting of this event……

The instant replays show Wood nailing the giant knee to the face of Garcia again and then gaining the three count. Back live, Alex Garcia is motionless on the canvass as Wood goes to all four corners in turn and poses with his TV Title. The crowd are on their feet, celebrating the victory with their idol and Daniel Magnusson nods his head before exiting into the back.

DF: The key moment came when Daniel Magnusson to re-start this match after it seemed like Garcia had snatched the title…

JK: He had….Garcia was declared the new champion before Magnusson put a stop to that robbery…..Wood came back from the brink and he got the revenge he deserved……the EWF TV Champion will be celebrating tonight….

DF: He and that beautiful girlfriend of his are going to enjoy this moment for a long time…

JK: And where does Garcia go from here?

DF: I have no idea…I’m sure he’ll be back, but I don’t know what his next plan will be…..I advise him to stay away from Wood though, because I don’t think he’ll ever wake up from another one of those knees….

Wood climbs from the ring and kisses the EWF Title before slapping hands with the fans and makes his way up the rampway. Alex Garcia is still struggling to regain his senses as the champion makes it back to the top of the ramp. Viper poses one last time with the belt and then exits into the backstage area.

Official result: Liam Wood via pinfall
Match time: 17 minutes 34 seconds

*Ojore is walking briskly in the back

Ojore: Mr Jacobs, Mr Jacobs where are you with this microphone you want to hear me talk to?! Mr Jacobs, Ojore have your news, Ojore have the story!" Ojore continues to power round the corridors shouting for Carlton Jacobs.

*He pushes through double doors and sees CJ talking to a runner with a drink in his hand

Ojore: Ahhh Mr Jacobs, FEAR has found you"

CJ: "Ojore, I, umm, I don't know"

Ojore: "Yes, you stay scared. Mr Machiavelli gave me a message you can take"

CJ: "Take where?"

Ojore: "Wherever you see fit little Jacobs. Maybe Phillips would like this delivery"

*Ojore hands over a clump of long hair, clearly that of Jimmy's fiance. He smiles "Maybe he can take this with him when I watch him tumble down Dante's Peak."

CJ: "If you're so dominant why must you see it going to the Peak?"

Ojore: "I allow this question. I will make sure it gets that far little Jacobs, I dont come here to wrestle, I hurt people. Maybe I can break Jimmy Phillips neck before I go to the back and maim his dear woman. A laugh at their tearful wedding. Now go before you suffer same fate"

*Ojore stands laughing as CJ runs out of the room.

*We change scene and Liam Wood is walking through the backstage area, the TV Title strapped around his waist. He looks triumphant but exhausted and many of the backstage crew congratulate him on his victory. Emmy then walks out of Wood’s locker-room and throws her arms around his neck, kissing him firmly on the lips.

Emmy: I knew you would do it…

Wood: The result was never in doubt, babe, not even for a second.

Emmy: I knew Magnusson would do the right thing, no way would he let Garcia pull another stunt.

Wood: Yeah, maybe a quick toast to the COO because without him Garcia may just have fleeced me here tonight. But he’s done now, everything he put us through is in the past….we are moving onwards and upwards, the sky is the limit for us now.

Emmy: You bet it is honey.

Wood: We can celebrate tonight, knowing that Garcia has finally gotten a taste of what he deserved. And he can talk about any conspiracy he likes, and how he is being held back, but the footage does not lie…my knee planted in his face….the pinfall….one, two, three…..and here we are…..the most talented man on this roster, the most beautiful woman in the world….time for a party.

*Emmy kisses him again and he lifts her off the ground, spinning her around.

Emmy: I like the sound of that.

Wood: No matter who comes next, I’m ready for them. This is the start of something special, I can feel it. We are heading for the top Emmy, that is something I am confident in guaranteeing.

Emmy: I’ll be by your side every step of the way, EWF better watch out.

Wood: Yes they had, nothing is off limits for us. Hard work, dedication and God given talent, nothing is standing in our way.

*Wood and Emmy hold hands and head toward the locker-room. Emmy can be heard giggling as Wood places a “please do not disturb” sign on the door and shuts it. The cameras then show a hooded man typing away on his phone, just metres away from the door, and the crowd cheer as they see the smiling face of Thunder.

*The scene changes again and the boos from the crowd are deafening as Dario Machiavelli is just stepping out of his locker-room. Hugh Cartwright is on hand to try and get an interview.

Machiavelli: As you can see, I have a match to attend to, no time for words now.

Hugh: I think the people deserve an answer, where are you keeping Hayley Lennox?

*Machiavelli smiles evilly

Machiavelli: Frontline journalism at its finest, I see. Ok Hugh Cartwright, allow me to indulge you for just a fraction of a second. Hayley Lennox is in a safe place, and as Jimmy Phillips already knows, no harm will come of here.

But Hayley’s return to her life and her loved ones all depends on the decision that Mr Phillips makes here tonight. He can choose to desist in his efforts to challenge me and my plot, by which then I will return his fiance to him………..or he can persist in fighting this futile war, and ultimately pay the price of never seeing the beautiful Miss Lennox ever again.

*The crowd boo furiously

Hugh: Surely you have to expect this matter to be picked up the law enforcement sooner rather than later, you are guilty of kidnap.

Machiavelli: I assure you that the police are fully aware of my whereabouts, and if they wish to act then good for them. But my stance will not change, no matter what. Jimmy has a choice to make and it is only him that can make that decision.

Whether I am here or incarcerated, FEAR’s work shall continue. For we are not a small operation, this is a lot bigger than you can ever imagine….and even if I drop the baton, there will be another foot solider that picks it up. We are everywhere, infecting every orifice, every vein that pulses through the professional wrestling industry.

Our power is limitless, our control reaches further than you could even dream about….that is a reality that you all need to understand.

We don’t leave until our job is done, until my masterpiece is complete….and right now we are barely getting out of first gear, the fun is only just beginning.

Hugh: We are talking about a defenseless, innocent mother…..this is not right…

Machiavelli: Then tell that to Jimmy Phillips, implore him to act and I promise that this whole situation will evaporate. He does not need to suffer any longer, his loved ones do not need to suffer any longer, all he has to do is make the choice.

Hugh: And what about Mike Conrad?

*Machiavelli’s mouth curves into a sadistic smile

Machiavelli: Every experiment needs a guinea pig…..and every cause needs a martyr, a sacrificial lamb to the slaughter. Tonight on the altar of Atonement, I am going to make an example out of Mike Conrad….I am going to show the world that FEAR cannot be matched, cannot be fought………..we are impenetrable…..we are unbeatable…..

And if Jimmy Phillips is foolish enough to dismiss my proposal…..he can find that out for himself!

*Machiavelli swirls his cloak with a smile and then walks off, leaving Hugh Cartwright looking disgusted.

Match 4
3 stages of hell
Dario Machiavelli/Ojore (FEAR) vs Jimmy Phillips/Mike Conrad

JK: Have you ever come across a more calculating and evil individual than Dario Machiavelli?

DF: No I have not……this guy is as sick and twisted as they come…

JK: Taking great pleasure in the misery of his opponents…………..threatening to keep Hayley Lennox hostage forever unless Jimmy Phillips withdraws from this upcoming match….

DF: Well Jimmy isn’t logged as checking in to the arena tonight…..I don’t think he is here….maybe he is heeding Machiavelli’s warning…

JK: I hope beyond hope that is not true…….because this could turn into a very long night for Mike Conrad otherwise…

The cameras at ringside pan up toward the rafters and show the giant metal structure hanging over the ring. We then focus back at ringside and the crowd are in fine voice before “People are strange” echoes out and the boos become extremely violent….

DF: The EWF faithful is baying for blood right now………….this is an atmosphere unlike many I have ever witnessed before…

JK: Look at this villainous duo, I really hope they get their comeuppance tonight…

DF: Impartial views, Johnny…

JK: To hell with that….

Dario Machiavelli and Ojore are standing on the stage, drinking in the boos. Machiavelli is smiling, enjoying the situation, as Ojore just glares at the crowd, sullen and brooding. Ojore then lays down his trademark flaming lantern next to the ramp and follows Machiavelli down to the ringside.

DF: Two whole months of terror has been inflicted by these two men on the whole of EWF, but especially their opponents here tonight…Mike Conrad and Jimmy Phillips…

JK: Countless attacks, verbal and physical abuse….attempts to end both men’s career, and now the kidnap of Jimmy Phillips’ fiance….yeah you could see there has been a reign of terror, but even that is an understatement….

DF: Tonight it all comes to a head….months of warring will come down to this point….will FEAR rise or will they be brought back down to earth with a bang…..time to find out.

JK: But will Jimmy Phillips be here? Or will Mike Conrad be forced to step inside the Coliseum alone….because if he is, then I do not fancy his chances…

Ojore climbs up onto the apron and just stands there, facing back towards the entranceway, as Machiavelli climbs through the ropes and enters the ring. He unravels his robe and throws it into the corner before standing in the centre of the ring and just waits. The boos grow louder and louder…

DF: There is a horrible calm and confidence being omitted by these two men….what do they know that the rest of us don’t?

JK: That is always a worry………..it always seems like Machiavelli has another trick up his sleeve….

Suddenly the air is full of ear-splitting cheers and the sound of the dustbin lorry echoes over the speakers. There is a blast of silver pyrotechnics and then Mike Conrad comes storming out onto the apron, holding his trademark trash can. He holds it into the air and then points out to all the fans.

DF: Former binman turned professional wrestler…Mike Conrad had a dream that one day he would be a world champion….that dream will never be realized until he rids himself of FEAR…..tonight is his night to overcome the biggest obstacle he has ever faced..

JK; Conrad has got guts, got spirit and a heart that is unrivalled……his career has been placed in jeopardy time and time again by FEAR…….but does he have what it takes to rise above here tonight….this is a career defining moment for this man…

DF: Conrad is going further than he ever has done before….he needs to put on the performance of a lifetime…but I believe he can do it….I think he knows exactly what this is going to take tonight…

JK: Three stages of hell….three times the carnage, three times the intensity……this is going to be one for the ages…

Ding ding

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the THREE STAGES OF HELL BOUT!

*Crowd pop

Rick Ambrose: In this match, the first team to score two decisive decisions will be crowned victorious. The first fall will be a falls count anywhere match……………..the second fall, a tables match…………….and the third fall, if necessary, will take place ontop of DANTE’S PEAK!

*The crowd pop again as the cameras pan up and show the structure above the ring once again

DF: There you have it….simplified by Rick Ambrose so that everyone can understand….three falls are planned, but we may only need two….the first duo to score two decisive falls will be the winner….

JK: Falls count anywhere, tables and potentially a first-ever Dante’s Peak match…..this is going to go down in history…

DF: And reading between the lines…..I think FEAR want it to go to the third fall, I don’t know why but they want to take Conrad and Phillips up on top of that structure….

JK: The intensity is at fever pitch….this bout will not be for the feint at heart, I promise you that….but there is no other way for this feud to be settled…..Mike Conrad and Jimmy Phillips…..FEAR…..tonight one shall stand and one shall fall……but which team will walk through Hell and live to tell the tale?

DF: And still no sign of Phillips…

Conrad has reached the bottom of the rampway and is looking up at Machiavelli and Ojore, who just stare back at him. The crowd are chanting “Jimmy Phillips” over and over, but The Talent is nowhere to be seen. Conrad looks back toward the entranceway, almost hopefully, and then turns back to face his opposition. Machiavelli is laughing as Ojore drops down off the apron and walks towards Conrad…

JK; This is bad….

DF: It’s all on you Mike, cmon baby…..do or die…

JK: I hate to even think what the outcome of this match may be now…

The crowd seem stunned as Conrad throws caution to wind and runs down the aisleway, straight at Ojore. He throws his trashcan at the head of Ojore, knocking him off balance and distracting him, before rolling into the ring and going straight at Machiavelli. Dario tries to prepare himself but Conrad swipes his legs and takes him to the ground with ease, unloading with a vicious barrage of rights and lefts…

DF: Conrad is unloading….go on son, this is your career…

JK: Conrad is relentless, this guy has got serious balls….

DF: Machiavelli doesn’t have a clue of how to handle this…

Conrad is rocking Machiavelli’s head back with his shots, whilst the referee just stands back and watches. Ojore is back up on the apron and he steps over the ropes and quickly makes a beeline for Conrad, dragging Mike up by the scruff of the neck. Conrad sends crunching body blows at Ojore and then ducks under his large frame before running the ropes and returning with a flying dropkick to the back of Ojore’s knee. The crowd in the Coliseum is right behind Conrad….

JK: Mike Conrad’s heart is on display for the whole world to see…..this guy do not know the meaning of “back down”…

Conrad lets Machiavelli up and launches him into a hiptoss before running across and kicking Ojore right in the face, sending him toppling through the ropes to the outside. Conrad then turns his attention back to Machiavelli, launching furious right hands into the face and then whipping him across the ring and throwing him into a huge back-body drop…

DF: Conrad is on one tonight…

Machiavelli holds his spine as he stumbles back to his feet and Conrad kicks him hard in the stomach and then nails him with a sickening double armed DDT………………………………1………………………..2………………..shoulder up from Machiavelli!

JK: What an effort it would be from Mike Conrad if he was even able to score one fall in this match…

DF: He is doing fantastic right now, but how sustainable is this effort?

Conrad gets to his feet and runs across the ring, nailing a baseball slide on Ojore that sends the big man crashing back into the ringside barrier. Conrad then climbs back up and ducks an oncoming clothesline from Machiavelli and counters with a Russian legsweep……………………1…………………….2………..Machiavelli kicks out again.

JK: If Conrad can just sneak a pinfall in this opening fall….then who knows, stranger things have happened?

DF: I admire your spirit, Johnny, but let’s be honest here…Conrad has as much chance as you do of scoring with Kim Kardashian..

Conrad climbs out onto the apron and then scales the ropes to the top of the turnbuckle. He perches there, waiting for Machiavelli, but changes tactic at the last moment and dives to the outside, crashing into Ojore with a flying crossbody that wipes the big man out again.

JK: Conrad throwing caution to the wind….the EWF faithful showing their appreciation…

Conrad staggers up, allowing the fans in the front row to slap his back, and then makes his way into the aisleway and picks up his trash can up. He slaps his hand against the side of the can and then rolls back into the ring. Dario Machiavelli is just climbing back to a vertical base and BOOM!

DF: That could do it…..

JK: Conrad taking full advantage of the no DQ rulings in this environment…

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DF: Now he may be in trouble…

Ojore pushes Conrad into the ringpost with real power, doubling his foe over, and then he lets out an animalistic roar before running forwards….

JK: Lookout Mike….

BOOM!

DF: YEAH BOY!

Conrad spins off the ringpost at the last second and drop toe-holds Ojore straight into the steel steps, the sound echoing all around the Coliseum. Conrad rubs his shoulder, where he struck the post, and then climbs back up onto the apron. Machiavelli is waiting for him and kicks Conrad in the head as he climbs through the ropes, pulling him back into the ring whilst resting Conrad’s feet on the second rope…..

DF: Hangman DDT!

Conrad drops his feet off the ropes at the last second and counters out with a backdrop. Machiavelli gets back up and Conrad strikes…

JK: DUSTBUSTER!

Machiavelli counters the RKO into a bridging German suplex………………………………1………………………..2…………………shoulder up!

DF: Machiavelli needs to pull his finger out here….because Conrad is rolling…

Machiavelli tries to pull Conrad up by the head but receives several blows to the midsection and then Conrad charges him back into the corner and opens up with several hard shoulder thrusts to the gut. He grabs Dario’s arm and whips him across to the opposite corner before running after him….

JK: Big time clothesline….followed by a nice bulldog combo…

The crowd cheer as Conrad runs Machiavelli out into the bulldog and makes another cover……………..1………………………2………………………shoulder up again. Conrad clambers back up and he bounces off the ropes before returning with a jumping elbow drop to the chest….

DF: Remember the first fall is “falls count anywhere”….the decision does not have to take place inside the ring….

JK: I think Conrad is just using the ring so he can see attacks from all sides…

Machiavelli makes it back to his feet and Conrad fires off with rights and lefts, rocking his foe back onto the ropes, and then grabs his arm and sends him across the ring…he drops Machiavelli with a boot as he comes back….

DF: Conrad building up a nice head of steam now…

JK: And he is taking flight for the second time in this match…

The flashbulbs are going off and the crowd are cheering as Conrad climbs to the apron once more and scales the ropes. He reaches the top, gazing out at the fans in attendance, and then looks down at Machiavelli and leaps through the air….

DF: Legdrop…

JK: He got all of that….

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JK: Conrad was just a whisker away right there….

Conrad rolls from the ring and he walks over to the announce table and drags the ring bell from the timekeeper’s desk. The crowd are cheering as Conrad then rolls back into the ring and he beckons for Machiavelli to stand up…

DF: Anything goes….

Conrad swings the bell back with his strength but Machiavelli ducks the shot at the last second and counters with a backdrop. The leader of FEAR then ambles back to a vertical base and staggers into the corner, where he lifts himself onto the second rope and then jumps off with a perfect fist drop right to Conrad’s forehead.

JK: Machiavelli has promised to make an “example” out of Mike Conrad……so far he hasn’t been able to do that….

DF: But Conrad has to be tiring…..

Machiavelli waits for Conrad to get back up and then he lifts him up and scoop slams him down onto the mat again. He rakes his boot across Conrad’s face and then drops down and wraps his hand around his opponent’s throat, choking him….

JK: Horrible to watch but I suppose this is legal…

DF: Nothing the referee he can say or do about this….

Machiavelli is really choking Conrad and the former binman’s face is turning bright red. He kicks his legs aggressively but Machiavelli does not desist, and continues to sap the life out of Conrad. The referee is just forced to watch before Machiavelli eventually breaks the hold….

JK: Why did Machiavelli bother breaking there? He could have made Conrad pass out…

DF: Beats me….

Machiavelli laughs as the crowd boo him and then he reaches down and picks the ring bell up off the canvass. He runs his hand along the steel bell and smirks, before beginning to usher Mike Conrad to a vertical base…

JK: Machiavelli knows that bell was intended for him….and now he wants to repay the favour to Conrad….

DF: Conrad is about go lights out….

Conrad holds onto the ropes as he slowly gets back to his feet and then stumbles around, straight into the path of Machiavelli…..

JK: DAMN!

DING!

DF: Oh my…

Machiavelli swings the bell but Conrad ducks the blow, causing Machiavelli to smash the weapon straight into the head of Ojore, who was just climbing back onto the apron. The crowd cheer as Conrad quickly steals in with a rollup……………………………………..1…………………………………………2……………………..Dario just pops his shoulder!

DF: This is a sensational performance from Mike Conrad….this guy has an answer for everything so far…

JK: FEAR all over the place…

Machiavelli gets up and swings a wild right but Conrad ducks it and pushes him off the ropes, lifting him into a huge sidewalk slam as he comes back. Conrad then begins to rally the crowd, asking them to turn up the volume, and they duly oblige….

JK: Amazing atmosphere here in the Coliseum………….

DF: They can sense how special this is….

Machiavelli comes back at Conrad but is kicked in the stomach and then flipped up into the air for a powerbomb…

DF: Off the back……FINAL CUT!

Machiavelli scrambles off the back and looks to counter with his inverted DDT special but Conrad sits down into an inverted jawbreaker, sending his opponent rolling across the ring. Mike gets up and quickly pulls Dario to his feet…

JK: Jackhammer…..that’ll do it…

The ring shakes as Conrad connects with the jackhammer and then hooks the leg………………….1……………………………2……………………………..shoulder up just in time from Machiavelli.

DF: That was as close as you can get…

Conrad shakes his head but refuses to be down heartened. He is back to his feet and he pulls Machiavelli into position for a piledriver….

JK: He hits this and the first fall belongs to him….PILE…

Machiavelli counters out by swiping Conrad’s legs at the final moment. Conrad tries to twist and turn but Dario keeps tight hold of his legs and then drops backwards, slingshotting Conrad up and into the corner. Mike collides with the turnbuckle and then staggers back….

DF: EXTENDED CUT!

The crowd look on in dismay as Machiavelli synches his arms in place for his variation on the “Tazmission” sleeper hold. Conrad thrashes around wildly but his future looks bleak as Machiavelli restricts access to his windpipe…

JK: Conrad is going to sleep now…

DF: Never doubt…

Conrad is all over the place but then pulls a desperation move out of thin air, flicking his heel back and catches Machiavelli right between the legs, drawing huge cheers from the crowd in attendance. Machiavelli staggers away in agony and Conrad catches his breath…

JK: That was Conrad’s only chance of getting free…

DF: You do what you have to…..hang on now….YES HE GOT HIM!

Conrad turns around and he catches the oncoming Machiavelli and swipes his legs out from under him, twisting him into a Boston crab submission hold. The crowd are on their feet, applauding, as Machiavelli yells out in pain…

JK: Conrad has this locked in tight….

DF: Machiavelli has nowhere to go…

Machiavelli is yelling in pain, unable to break the submission hold of his foe. Conrad is yanking right back on his legs, extending the pressure over and over again and it seems like the FEAR leader may be about to throw in the towel….

JK: Inhuman stuff from Mike Conrad….fighting in the face of adversity…

DF: I still can’t believe Jimmy Phillips no-showed…

Machiavelli’s face is bright red and his fingers claw at the canvass as he tries to crawl to safety, but to no avail. Conrad is relentless in attack and will not let his grip falter…

JK: Machiavelli’s gonna tap….he has no choice…

The referee is asking Machiavelli if he wants to give up and Dario’s hand shakes before coming down towards the canvass…..DING!

DF: Oh damn…

Ojore is back in the ring and he lashes the ring bell right off the back of Conrad’s head, leaving him slumped in a heap on the floor. The crowd boo as Ojore lets out a roar and then throws the bell out of the ring.

JK: Any momentum that Mike Conrad had has just disappeared in the blink of an eye…

DF: The man mountain Ojore has flipped the script…

Ojore demonstrates his power by dragging the dead weight of Conrad to his feet and then slams him with ease. He looks around at the worried faces of the crowd and then runs back off the ropes, returning with a huge legdrop…

JK: 300 pounds just got dropped on Conrad’s throat…

DF: I think this is a three…

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JK: Mike Conrad refusing to throw the towel in….

Ojore stands again and he leans down, wrapping his hands around the skull of Conrad, in a vice grip, and then lifts him to his feet. He squeezes the skull of his opponent and then lands a solid headbutt, sending Conrad crashing back into the corner. Ojore follows in with a crushing bodysplash and then gorilla presses Conrad over his head, walking him out into the centre of the ring….

DF: That is scary strength from Ojore…bad times a coming….

JK: WORLD’S STRONGEST SLAM!

Ojore drops Conrad and catches him in a body slam position before destroying him against the canvass. The crowd look concerned as Machiavelli gets back to his feet, a sly smile on his face, and he points down at Conrad…..

DF: This is just what Machiavelli wanted….his plan has worked exactly how he intended it to…

JK: Phillips out of the equation….Conrad at his mercy…..this night could not be going any better for Dario Machiavelli and FEAR…

Machiavelli beckons for Ojore to pick Conrad up and then he climbs from the ring and retrieves a steel chair from the ringside area. The crowd are booing as Ojore holds Conrad in place and Machiavelli lifts the chair up over his head, walking forwards with a purpose…

DF: They’re gonna split his skulll….

JK: Lookout….

CRACK!

DF: Dammit…

Ojore lets go off Conrad and then Machiavelli lashes the chair right across the top of his head, leaving him completely motionless on the deck. Machiavelli continues to twirl the chair in his hand and then orders Ojore to pick Conrad up again…

JK: Cmon now….enough is enough here………he can’t defend himself….

DF: Machiavelli said he was going to “sacrifice” Conrad and he was not lying….this is sick…

Ojore pulls Conrad up again and locks his hands behind his back. Machiavelli mocks the crowd as he feigns to strike Conrad with the chair and then he lifts the weapon up over his head again…

JK: Conrad has suffered two concussions at the hands of FEAR already…

DF: It will be three after this….

BOOM!

JK: NO WAY!

DF: OH MY GOD!

Red pyros explode from the front of the stage and then “Cold Ash” screams out of the speakers. The whole arena is bouncing and every head turns towards the stage as Jimmy Phillips thunders out through the curtain, blazing fury in his eyes.

DF: HE’S HERE…..MY GOD HE IS HERE…

JK: JIMMY PHILLIPS IS LIVE IN THE COLISEUM…

DF: MACHIAVELLI LOOKS LIKE HE HAS SEEN A GHOST…

Phillips rips his hooded top off and slings it into the crowd before revealing a steel chair of his own. Machiavelli looks awestruck in the centre of the ring and then orders Ojore to go after the party crasher…

DF: Phillips made good on his promise to Conrad….he said he would be here…

JK: But what has taken him so long…

Phillips comes running down the rampway and he ducks a huge clothesline from Ojore before jabbing the steel chair into his ribcage. Ojore doubles up and then CRACK….Phillips lashes the chair across his spine, dropping the big man to all fours. In the ring, Conrad is on his knees and Machiavelli lifts the chair up…

DF: Get to the ring Jimmy…

*Crowd pop

JK: No need…

Conrad bursts forwards, from kneeling, and ploughs a sickening low blow right between Machiavelli’s legs, dropping him in a heap on the canvass. Both men are struggling to get back to their feet as the camera pans back to outside…

DF: There is a new intensity in the air…

JK: Because the momentum has shifted….

Jimmy Phillips waits for Ojore to start clambering back up and then he jabs the chair into his gut again before lashing it across the top of Ojore’s head, leaving the giant sprawled across the bottom of the ramp. Phillips then throws the chair down and heads toward the ring…

DF: You can feel Phillips’ aggression reaching boiling point…

In the ring, Conrad and Machiavelli are slowly getting back to their feet. Conrad is facing out toward the crowd and he doesn’t realize that Machiavelli has a steel chair in hand. Mike slowly spins around and Machiavelli draws the chair back…

JK: This is bad…

DF: SPEAR….DAMN WHAT A SHOT!

The crowd erupt again as Jimmy Phillips sprints across the ring and almost breaks Machiavelli in half with a colossal spear. Phillips stands up and he beats his chest, throwing his arms up into the air, and then he screams for Machiavelli to stand up…

JK: Phillips is primed….after everything that FEAR have put him through….TOUCHDOWN!

Phillips pulls Machiavelli in for the “rock bottom” and then decimates him into the canvass…………………………1……………………………….2……………….3!

DF: Got….no…

Ojore drags Jimmy Phillips out of the ring at the final moment and lashes him back into the ringside barrier, leaving “The Talent” in a crumpled heap. In the ring, Conrad gets his arm across Machiavelli’s chest…………………………….1…………………………………………..2…………………Machiavelli places his foot on the bottom rope!

JK: Damn I thought that was going to be enough…

Ojore reaches through the ropes and grabs Conrad by the head before punching him in the face with his free hand. Ojore then climbs up into the ring and he quickly picks the steel chair up off the canvass and welcomes Conrad back to his feet…

DF: This impact is going to be something to behold….

Conrad ducks the chair shot at the last minute and Jimmy Phillips rolls into the ring to join his partner. They stare each other down before they run at Ojore and double clothesline him over the top rope to the outside of the ring. Machiavelli is still down on the canvass so Phillips and Conrad go after Ojore…

JK: This is a huge opportunity for these two men…

Ojore staggers into the aisleway and Conrad takes him down with a running neckbreaker, slamming both men down on the steel rampway. Jimmy Phillips a metal “no entry” sign from the inside the ringside barrier and walks up the rampway, lashing the sign right across the top of Ojore’s head…

DF: I’ve never seen Ojore in this much trouble before…

Ojore staggers up to the top of the stage and he blocks a right hand from Conrad, pushing him across the floor. Phillips is quickly in with a kick to the beast’s stomach and then flattens him with a DDT, ramming Ojore’s face right into the steel….

JK: A pinfall can take place right here on the stage….

DF: That is the beauty of “falls count anywhere”….

Conrad is back up and he looks at Phillips then down at Ojore and back at Phillips again. Both men nod in agreement and Conrad walks to the Hypertron structure and begins to climb…

JK: What in the world….

DF: Please do not even think about this Mike…

The crowd are going nuts as Conrad pulls himself up onto the arch that runs across the entranceway. He stands up, over twelve foot in the air, and he points out to the fans, who roar back in approval. Jimmy Phillips is standing over Ojore, holding him in place as Conrad steps toward the edge…

DF: What is he thinking?

JK: He’s looking to end it right here…………….OH MY GOD!

DF: SWEET MOTHER…

Crowd: Holy (beep) x10

The Coliseum is awash with noise as Conrad comes hurtling from the top of the entranceway, planting his elbow right into the chest of Ojore. Conrad rolls away in agony, leaving Jimmy Phillips to drop down and make the lateral press,,,

JK: Mike Conrad putting his body on the line….all in the name of ending this blood feud….

DF: And he may have bust up that arm…..but Phillips can take advantage….

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JK: Where on earth did he just come from….

DF: You just can’t keep FEAR down….you know the drill…

Machiavelli clobbers Phillips with a hard right hand as they both stand up, sending Phillips stumbling down the rampway toward the ring again. Dario follows his opponent and grabs Phillips by the back of the neck and runs him forwards…..BOOM!

JK: That’ll leave a mark…

The sound echoes around the arena as Machiavelli smashes Phillips straight into the ring steps, leaving him sprawled on the deck. Dario then taunts the fans before dragging JP up and rolling him into the ring. Dario rips up the ring apron and he searches underneath…..

DF: What’s he looking for….oh no…

JK: This is bad…

The crowd look on in shock as Machiavelli produces a 2x4 wrapped in barbed wire from under the apron. He smiles at the vicious looking weapon and then begins to climb into the ring. Jimmy Phillips is rubbing his previously injured shoulder…

DF: We all know the damage that Phillips has sustained to that shoulder over the last two months….

JK: That may be the least of his troubles in the next few minutes….

DF: He’s gonna get spiked…

Phillips staggers around, unawares of what awaits him, and then Dario swings the barbed wire bat at his head, only for Jimmy to catch it between his palms…

*Crowd pop

DF: Look at that look in Phillips’ eyes….boy is jacked…

Phillips is swelling with fury as Machiavelli tries to tug the barbed wire from his hands. Blood seeps from the palms of JP but he refuses to let go of the weapon. Dario abandons that plan and instead kicks Phillips in the gut, doubling him over and causing the barbed wire bat to drop, before he runs off the ropes…

JK: WHAT A SPINEBUSTER!

DF: Oh yeah…

The ring shakes as Phillips plants Machiavelli on the comeback with an earth-shattering spinebuster. He stands up and lets out a roar of anger, waiting for Dario to join him once more…

JK: Phillips is stalking his prey….for once he is the hunter….

DF: Machiavelli has had his fun….payback time……TOUCH…

Phillips looks for the “rock bottom” but Machiavelli elbows his way out of the move at the last second. Phillips falls away to the ropes and it allows Machiavelli to quickly grab the 2x4 from the canvass and he swings….

DF: DUSTBUSTER!

JK: OUT OF NOWHERE…

The crowd are showing their joy as Mike Conrad comes from nowhere and drills Machiavelli with the RKO. He rolls into the corner, holding his elbow from the fall earlier, and nods at Jimmy Phillips. Phillips nods back at Conrad and he drags Machiavelli back up…

JK: TOUCHDOWN!

DF: With authority….

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JK: First fall is said and done…

DF: Phillips and Conrad are rolling…

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen……..the winners of the first fall….Jimmy Phillips and Mike Conrad!

*Crowd cheer

Rick Ambrose: The second fall is now underway………….this bout is a TABLES MATCH!

JK: It changes that quick….no waiting around here….

DF: First fall dusted….second fall here we go…..tables match, first member of one team through a table and this is done….

JK: Conrad and Phillips are in the driving seat here…

Phillips and Conrad are starting at the motionless form of Dario Machiavelli and then it dawns on them that they have a huge opportunity. Conrad quickly rolls out of the ring and he rips up the apron and begins to drag a table out from underneath. The crowd are willing him on as he dumps the table under the bottom rope and then Phillips begins to erect it…

DF: The tables have well and truly turned…..we have gone from Conrad being in a handicap situation to Machiavelli facing the same daunting prospect…

Phillips sets the table in the corner and then he backs to the turnbuckle and sits on the top rope. Conrad drags Machiavelli to his feet, lifts him into a back suplex position and then carries him forwards, placing his legs around the neck of Jimmy Phillips…

JK: They hit this powerbomb and the match is over….

DF: One move and the FEAR is defeated…

The powerbomb is imminent before Ojore returns to the fray, clubbing Conrad in the back of the head with a big forearm. He then grabs the table and throws it over before pulling Machiavelli out of Phillips’ grasp. Dario rolls to the outside, in an attempt to regain some energy, and Ojore lands a brutal uppercut to the jaw of Phillips, rocking him backwards on the top rope…

JK: Ojore really is not the sort of man you need running wild on you….

DF: Conrad and Phillips had a huge chance….that split second of hesitance may have cost them big time…

Conrad gets back up and tries to help JP out but Ojore seizes him, with both hands, around the throat and then just hauls him over the top rope, sending Conrad crashing onto the hard flooring outside…

JK: What a sickening landing that was….Conrad may have just busted some ribs….

DF: Even worse….Ojore is a monster…

Jimmy Phillips is trying to come to his senses on the top rope but Ojore grabs him by the neck and then just slams him down onto the canvass. Phillips holds his spine as he gets back up and Ojore decimates him with a full nelson slam….

JK: Ojore doesn’t even seem to be feeling any effects of that Conrad elbow drop from the top of the entranceway…..

DF: This guy is unreal….

Ojore picks the table back up and places it the right way up. He then pulls Jimmy Phillips to his feet and plants a headbutt in his face, sprawling JP back across the table. The crowd are booing and Ojore just twists his neck, stalling for a moment, before he backs into the corner and begins to climb toward the top rope….

JK: You don’t see guys like Ojore go to the top rope….

DF: If he lands this then Phillips will be lucky if he ever gets out of the hospital….

JK: This is to level the match…..VADER BOMB!

CRASH!

DF: TALK ABOUT A CRASH LANDING….

Crowd: You (beeped) up x10

JK: Ojore just planted himself….

The table splinters into hundreds of pieces as Phillips rolls off the table and Ojore just comes flying from the top and puts himself straight through the wood. Ojore is holding his ribs, writhing in agony, and then tries to stand up….

DF: I can’t believe that Ojore is even getting up after that….

JK: I don’t think he knows any other way….even if he is hurt……

DF: GAME-CHANGER!

Phillips wipes the sweat off his brow and then bursts out of the corner, connecting with the “clothesline from hell” that sends Ojore flying over the top rope and flailing to the outside of the ring. Phillips then kicks the shards of table from the ring and climbs out himself, making a beeline for Machiavelli….

JK: With Ojore down again, this leaves Machiavelli to defend himself….

Machiavelli is leaning over the announce table as Phillips grabs him by the scruff of the neck and begins to drive his face against the top of the table. Four times Machiavelli’s face strikes the table before he staggers away and Phillips follows him, dragging him back to the table again and slamming his head down once more..

DF: Once more for good luck…

Machiavelli slumps down to his knees and that leads to Phillips heading back to the ring and dragging the full steel steps away from the corner and towards the announce table. He then begins to drag Machiavelli up the steps….

JK: What is Phillips planning here…

DF: Something that isn’t going to end well…

Phillips is at the top of the steps and is trying to pull Machiavelli up with him before Dario surprises him with an uppercut right between the legs, doubling Phillips up and causing him to drop backwards off the steps to the hard floor below. The crowd are booing as Machiavelli catches his breath and then gets back to his feet…

JK: That changed the landscape….FEAR have a chance to get back involved…

Machiavelli boots Phillips in the ribcage as he walks past him and then heads around to Mike Conrad, who is just clambering back to his feet. Machiavelli lifts up the ring apron and pulls a steel chair from underneath, before just throwing it on the floor. He smiles as the crowd watch him and then beckons for Conrad to turn around…

DF: What is….OH NO!

JK: All of the concussions….Machiavelli is sick and twisted….

The crowd groan as Machiavelli just plants Conrad with a horrible DDT right on top of the steel chair, sending Conrad’s feet up into the air on impact. Conrad is seemingly unconscious and then Machiavelli starts to pull a table from under the apron…

DF: Machiavelli’s masterplan may have taken a while to get going….but now it is in full swing….

He places the table vertically up against the ringside barrier and then drags Jimmy Phillips up and places him against the table. He holds Jimmy’s face and slaps him…

Machiavelli: You have been a very silly boy, Mr Phillips….I told you not to come here….this all could have been avoided…

JK: Look at him taunting Phillips…

Phillips spits in Machiavelli’s face, showing his hatred and then ploughs his head forwards, connecting with the bridge of Dario’s nose. Machiavelli staggers back and Phillips lifts him up, charging him backwards and straight into the ringpost…..

DF: Phillips has so much hate running through his veins that I don’t know if FEAR can stop him tonight….

JK: I wouldn’t be so sure….

Phillips looks down at the slumped body of Machiavelli but has no time to act as Ojore runs across and flattens him with a shoulder tackle. Phillips comes back with rights and lefts to the body of Ojore, but is quickly slowed by a giant knee to the stomach. Ojore then gutwrenches Phillips up onto his shoulders……….

DF: INCOMING!

JK: OH MY OH MY!

Crowd: Holy (beep) x10

DF: Phillips may be broken in half…

Ojore holds “The Talent” on his shoulders and then powerbombs him over the ringside barrier and straight into a number of vacant seats. On the opposite side of the ring, Machiavelli is crawling back to his feet as Conrad comes running at him….

JK: SPEAR!

CRASH!

DF: We may need medics….he’s out cold….

Machiavelli rolls out of the path of Conrad, sending him crashing through the table against the ringside barrier and the barrier itself. Conrad is laid in a heap, unmoving, as is Jimmy Phillips on the opposite side….

JK: This whole match has turned….Phillips and Conrad are now in no position to fight their own corner…

DF: Machiavelli said FEAR would conquer, and I hate to admit it but I think he was right…

Machiavelli is on his knees, laughing as he gazes up at the giant Dante’s Peak structure that hovers above the ring. Ojore is just watching Jimmy Phillips, no emotion in his eyes, before Machiavelli calls out to his ally…

JK: Machiavelli wants to press ahead now and who can blame him…..even with all the confidence in the world, he could not have expected to have his opposition in this much trouble…

Machiavelli gives the orders and Ojore nods in acceptance. The giant tears up the ring apron and then begins to pull table after table from underneath, before sliding them into the ring. This process continues for a few moments until there is ten tables littered on the ring canvass. The crowd stands in awe as Machiavelli and Ojore then clamber into the ring and begin to set up each table individually…

DF: What the hell is this…please tell me what this is…

JK: I wish I had an answer….I am dumbstruck…

The process continues until all then tables are set up in the ring, leaving very little space for anything else. Machiavelli nods at a job well done and then both men climb back out of the ring. Jimmy Phillips is just using the ringside barrier to help himself up and Ojore drags him over the railing, back into the ringside area…

DF: If I was Phillips I would have stayed where I was…

JK: Aslong as there is breath in Phillips and Conrad’s bodies, they are not going to give up….there is no way….

Machiavelli is looking at Mike Conrad, who still hasn’t moved from the wreckage of the barrier, and then decides to go and help Ojore. He is too slow though and Jimmy Phillips pulls a fire extinguisher from underneath the apron and sprays it in Ojore’s eyes….

DF: The big man is blinded….Phillips needs to move, and fast…

Machiavelli breaks into a run but Phillips meets him round the corner of the ringpost with a solid right hand. Machiavelli staggers backwards and Phillips connects with several more right hands, until Dario is climbing up the steel steps, next to the announce table, in search of safety…

JK: Machiavelli is not going to find refuge up there…

Phillips climbs up the steps after him and he clubs Machiavelli across the back several times before dragging him in place and positioning him for a powerbomb, from the steel steps through the announce table. The crowd are cheering as Phillips aims to make it happen….

DF: Jimmy Phillips is so close to the retribution he so greatly seeks….

JK: AHHH!

Ojore is back, barbed wire 2x4 in hand, and he rams the weapon upwards and between the legs of Phillips, causing him to double in pain. This one distraction allows Machiavelli to pull himself free, drag Phillips off the top of the steel steps and onto the announce table….

DF: FINAL CUT!

JK: That is all they needed….

Machiavelli smiles at the crowd and then drops down, planting Phillips straight through the table with the inverted DDT…….the boos are everywhere…

DF: Talk about making an impact…

JK: This tie is level…..and the ball sits firmly in the court of one team….unfortunately I know who I would be putting my money on right now…

Rick Ambrose: The winners of the second fall………FEAR!

*Crowd boo

Rick Ambrose: The third and final fall will be the first ever….DANTE’S PEAK MATCH!

*Crowd pop

Rick Ambrose: In this match, victory can occur by pinfall and submission only….

DF: And look Johnny….they are lowering that insane structure…

All eyes turn to the rafters as the giant metal platform is lowered down to a height of around twenty feet, hovering ominously above the ring. Four metal ladders, two on each side, are then lowered down to the ring and several members of the ring crew bolt the ladders to the ring aprons.

JK: I have never come across anything quite like this before….

DF: And look…….if those four are fighting on that platform above the ring, and underneath you have a ring full of tables….tell me that this is going to end like a fairytale…

JK: I expect no such thing……this match has been months in the making and it comes down to this….who will secure the third and final fall? Who will survive Dante’s Peak?

DF: Who is walking through hell and living to tell the tale, that’s what I want to know!

Machiavelli is smiling vindictively as he gazes up at the metal structure in front of him. He and Ojore nod at each other and then they both climb up onto the apron. Machiavelli has the barbed wire 2x4 in his hands as both he and Ojore take to separate ladders and they begin to climb…

JK: Machiavelli was so sure that this match was going the distance….that he would make Conrad and Phillips scale Dante’s Peak…

DF: I just don’t like how confident this guy is……..he is smiling as he climbs to a career-threatening height….

JK: This does not bode well…

Machiavelli and Ojore both reach the top of the platform and they stand up tall, now glaring down at the fans inside the Coliseum. Machiavelli is visibly smiling and he raises the 2x4 over his head…

DF: Is this the future of EWF? Is this the man that will soon hold all the power…

JK: Don’t forget the winners of this match have a guaranteed world championship match against the winner of tonight’s main event…

DF: If that match even takes place…

Mike Conrad is just getting back to his feet, swaying unsteadily, and he steps into the ringside area and looks upwards at the Dante’s Peak above him. Machiavelli looks down at him, and motions for Conrad to climb up and join him….

JK: Don’t do it Mike…..please don’t go up there…

DF: This really is not right….I think Conrad is heavily concussed, he needs medical attention…

JK: Mike stop…

Conrad staggers over to the ring apron and pulls himself up, the crowd firmly behind him. He breathes deeply, almost experiencing second thoughts, and then he begins to climb the ladder to the top of the structure…

DF: Conrad is walking straight into a trap…

JK: He’s going twenty feet in the air to face Ojore and Machiavelli at the same time…this is wrong on every level…

On the other side of the ring, Jimmy Phillips is staggering out of the wreckage and he looks up at Dante’s Peak, swallowing in every last detail. He holds his head, feeling the effects of the match so far, and then he hobbles over to the ring and begins to scale another ladder…

DF: Phillips is going to join Conrad in this final fight to the finish….

JK: But Conrad has a lot of ground on him…..

Conrad is already at the top of the ladder when Ojore stomps down on his hands, causing his grip to slip…

DF: Oh my…

JK: I don’t think I can watch…

Conrad is able to hold on for dear life, teetering wildly on the edge of disaster, and is then able to pull himself up and lunge forwards, slamming his head right into the groin area of Ojore, leaving both men sprawled ontop of the metal platform. Conrad is able to get back up to his feet…

*Crowd groan

DF: That is nasty…

Machiavelli lashes the barbed wire right into the midsection of Conrad, ripping at his flesh, before pulling the barbs free and then crashing the weapon down across the back of Conrad, opening up deep lacerations along his spine.

JK: Conrad is being brutalised….someone needs to stop this…

DF: Phillips is on his way…

Phillips is halfway up his ladder, unable to see the destruction going on above him. Machiavelli is gloating as he stands over the bleeding carcass of Conrad…

DF: Conrad is in a whole heap of pain right now….

JK: Climb faster Jimmy…

Phillips is drawing on the energy of the crowd, battling through the pain barrier, and then he climbs another rung, getting ever closer to the top of the structure…

???: JIMMY!

A blood curdling scream fills the air and all eyes turn towards the stage, where the Hypertron is showing a very distressing video indeed. Jimmy Phillips, frozen in position on the ladder, is staring at the big screen, transfixed by what he is witnessing…

JK: Please tell me this is not happening….

*On the screen is a clearly terrified Hayley Lennox. She has been tied to a chair, her long brown hair is plastered across her face, tears strolling down her cheeks. In the room with her is Dario Machiavelli, kneeling down by her side so that his face is in the camera’s view.

Machiavelli: Hello Jimmy…

*Machiavelli smiles evilly and the crowd boo

Machiavelli: As you are gathering, this is a very pre-taped message that I have prepared for you…but one that I advise you to listen to all the same. For if you are viewing this tape, that means that you have so far failed to heed my warnings.

*Phillips’ temple is pulsing

Machiavelli: Now I am not an evil soul, despite what you may believe, and I think you deserve one last chance to redeem yourself. Now listen very carefully Jimmy….I will not repeat myself…

DF: This is surreal….there is Machiavelli up on top of Dante’s Peak….and yet there he is on the big screen….bizarre…

JK: The wonders of technology…

Machiavelli: As you know, because it has haunted every one of your waking moments, and all of your nightmares too….your beautiful fiance is currently in my possession…

*Machiavelli runs his finger across Hayley’s cheek, causing her to convulse in disgust

Hayley: Jimmy, please…

Machiavelli: I do not wish to cause her any harm Jimmy…in fact all I want is to return Hayley to her delicate little daughter…..how is Amy?

*He grins malevolently

Machiavelli: Tonight you made a bad choice Jimmy…prioritizing your bloodlust over the safety and welfare of your most prized possession…..but we all make mistakes, we all deserve a second chance…

*Phillips’ eyes are full of thunder, but still he does not budge from the ladder

Machiavelli: Now you shall have yours…..as you are gathering, with our match so delicately poised at one fall each…

JK: How the hell would he know that?

DF: Because FEAR have had a goddamn plan all along…

Machiavelli: It would be very unwise for you to continue this futile attempt at redemption….unless you havent already grasped the obvious……you cannot win…

*Machiavelli tapes up Hayley’s mouth, stifling her screams

Machiavelli: FEAR is everywhere, Jimmy…..and our takeover is imminent, it is inevitable….time for you to face up to that cold, hard fact….

JK: Machiavelli deserves to be hung, drawn and damn well quartered…

Machiavelli: So cut your losses and run Jimmy….run as far as you possibly can, take Hayley and Amy somewhere where they will be safe…somewhere that you will never have to darken my domain ever again…

DF: Like Phillips can trust that….

Machiavelli: Time to make your choice Jimmy…..walk away, leave this all behind you….and you can have Hayley back……you can ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after…I will give you everything you desire….

JK: No way is Phillips falling for that…

*The camera pans out slightly and shows a room that is brightly lit. Machiavelli stands up and walks around the room, the mysterious cameraman following his every move.

Machiavelli: By now this room must be getting pretty familiar to you Jimmy….you know it very well……..and although this message may be three hours old………..I very much doubt it has altered in that time….here she is Jimmy…..ready and waiting….waiting for you, her knight in shining armour, to come and rescue her……

*The unknown cameraman opens up the door of the room and shows a very clear nameplate on the door. “Jimmy Phillips”.

DF: She’s in Phillips’ locker-room?

JK: Phillips didn’t enter that room tonight….he came straight to the ring on arrival….

DF: This is insane…

Machiavelli: Do the right thing Jimmy……..now is the time for you to truly choose what matters in life? Do you wish to pursue a life of FEAR….or will you take the second chance at happiness?.........Now or never, Jimmy…

*Machiavelli laughs and then pulls a lock of hair out of Hayley’s head, causing her to scream. His laughter continues to fill the air as the screen fades to black.

JK: That no good piece of (beep)…

DF: Machiavelli has gone further than ever…

JK: But what does Phillips do?

Machiavelli and Ojore are stood at the edge of the Dante’s Peak platform, looking down at Jimmy Phillips, as “The Talent” glares up at them. There is hatred boiling in his eyes….

DF: Jimmy can’t trust what he saw….this is just another game…

JK: But what if for once it isn’t? What if Phillips has a chance to get Hayley back?

DF: And leave Conrad to face the music….

JK: Phillips has a choice to make…

The crowd are urging Phillips to continue his ascent to the top of the platform, but his hands are shaking with the adrenaline of the situation. Machiavelli is watching him, enjoying every second, before mouthing down at Phillips to “make a choice”….

DF: Phillips at the biggest crossroads of his life…

JK: And I think he has made his decision..

There are some boos and looks of disappointment and shock as Phillips shakes his head and begins to descend the ladder. He climbs onto the apron and drops down into the aisleway, shaking his head and saying “I’m sorry” over and over again before he starts running up the rampway towards the backstage area.

DF: Phillips has made his choice….he’s going for Hayley…

JK: In some ways I am shocked…but in others I understand completely….what a dilemma…

DF: The Coliseum is in shock…..Mike Conrad is all alone…

JK: This was the damn plan from FEAR all along…

Machiavelli and Ojore watch Phillips disappear through the curtain and then they turn their attention back to Mike Conrad. Dario nods at Ojore, who just stares back at his boss, before the giant drags Conrad up into a gutwrench and lets out a roar….

DF: The end is nigh…

JK: They’re gonna powerbomb him off the side…

DF: He’ll crash through all of those tables…

Some of the fans at ringside are hiding their faces as Machiavelli motions that Conrad is going for a ride. Ojore holds MC in place and prepares to lift him….

DF: Mike Conrad’s career is about to damn well end right here……..

JK: May God have mercy on his soul….

DF: HOLD THE BACKPAGE!

Ojore tries to lift Conrad but he kicks his legs in desperation and then lands a brutal low-blow to his foe, doubling Ojore up and then MC dives into the air….

JK: DUSTBUSTER!

*The crowd pop

DF: Conrad deserves a goddamn medal of honour for this…..

Machiavelli looks a little worried as he quickly lifts the barbed wire 2x4 up and waits for Conrad to turn around. He swings the wooden plank over his shoulder like a baseball bat and then swings…

JK: WATCH OUT MIKE….

DF: DUSTBUSTER!

The roars are deafening inside the Elite Coliseum as Conrad ducks the 2x4 shot and then drills Machiavelli with the RKO, planting his face straight into the steel platform.

JK: The referee is going to count from below….and I don’t blame him….

DF: No way I would be going up there…

JK: Mike Conrad is about to re-define the word "miracle"...

Conrad is sat, almost frozen in shock by his actions, on the platform and then he rolls over to make the cover on Machiavelli when the lights in the arena begin to falter…

JK: What now…

DF: Maybe Magnusson forgot to pay the electricity bill…

Suddenly the lights black out completely, and all that can be heard is the screams and confused voices of the fans. Then the lights are back on and the crowd stand in shock…

JK: WHAT IS GOING ON HERE…..

DF: MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON THIS KID’S SOUL….

Crowd: Holy (beep) x20

JK: WE NEED MEDICS….GET THE DAMN EMT’S OUT HERE NOW, HE IS BROKEN IN HALF…

DF: THAT WAS A TWENTY FOOT DROP….THROUGH A STACK OF TABLES…..THIS IS HEINOUS….

There is an air of complete and utter silence as Mike Conrad is lying in the middle of the ring, having just slammed through four tables from a twenty foot height. The cameras show the wreckage and then pan upwards, showing a figure looking down at him from on high…

JK: Who is that?

DF: FEAR….I don’t know who, don’t know what….but FEAR is growing here tonight, in front of our very eyes, Johnny….

JK: Can we get medics out here please….

The figure is wearing a long black cloak and a very creepy clown mask, and they just continue to look down at Conrad, who is completely still. Dario Machiavelli is lying on his back on the platform, looking up at the newcomer to proceedings, and he begins to laugh silently…

JK: That snake had this planned from the start….he knew exactly what was going to happen here tonight…

DF: Your not wrong about that……Machiavelli, FEAR….this is why they were so confident, their plan was full-proof…

JK: Drawing Phillips out of the battle, the isolation of Conrad…the mysterious backup if it was necessary…

DF: And the most sickening fact of all, they have done exactly what they said they would….they have made an example of Mike Conrad right here at Atonement…

Machiavelli rolls to the side of the platform and he begins to climb down the ladder, back toward the ring. Ojore is slow to follow him, but the clown-masked newcomer continues to just stand there, unmoving.

JK: I want to know who is behind that mask….who would do such a thing to Mike Conrad….

DF: Anyone who shares the same ideals as Dario Machiavelli…..how far does the influence of FEAR spread?

JK: I hate to even think about it…

EMT’s are down at ringside and they begin to remove the extra tables from the ring, doing everything they can to see to Mike Conrad, who still hasn’t move. They have a stretcher and breathing equipment if required, but Dario Machiavelli gets there ahead of them and quickly places a boot on Conrad’s chest….urging the referee to make a cover…

JK: This is just salt in the wound…..this is not necessary….the match is over….

DF: This makes it all official…

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Ding ding ding

JK: Get those sadistic sons of b1tches out of there now and let these medics do their damn job….Mike Conrad needs serious assistance…

DF: I am still stunned at what we have witnessed here….

JK: This is horrible….that poor kid’s career may be in tatters…

The ring crew are already unbolting the ladders from the ring apron and the Dante’s Peak structure is lifted back into the rafters, taking Conrad’s mystery attacker with it. In the ring, Machiavelli is mockingly bowing to the crowd, Ojore an ever present by his side, as the crowd hurl abuse and litter at the victors.

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen……….here are your winners………………..FEAR!

JK: I apologise ladies and gentlemen but right now I am lost for words……after what we have just witnessed, it is hard to say anything constructive…

The instant replays are showing the moment when the masked intruder seized Conrad by the throat and then chokeslammed him off the platform, sending him twenty feet to the ring and through four tables that were stacked earlier in the match. Back live, the medics are giving Conrad oxygen….

DF: That is unlike anything I have seen before…..my hopes and prayers go out to Mike Conrad and I wish him all the recovery in the world, but you cannot get away from what just happened….after almost seemingly snatching victory from the jaws of defeat, Conrad was then subjected to one of the most sinister attacks I have ever witnessed…

JK: And we don’t even know who was responsible…

DF: But what we do know is that FEAR are victorious….and now Dario Machiavelli and Ojore are guaranteed a triple threat world championship match against the winner of tonight’s main event….

JK: I feel sorry for whoever the world champion is going to be…..I’m not sure anyone can take on the might of FEAR and come out on top….tonight is all the evidence you need…

DF: The one deciding factor, whether you agree with his actions or not, was when Jimmy Phillips decided to leave this match….he left Conrad high and dry…..

JK: We do not know if Phillips could have prevented what happened…..and you have to take into account that Phillips was faced with a serious dilemma……but he did leave this match, and once that happened, Conrad was in big trouble…

DF: Look at him now…..this does not look good at all…

Machiavelli and Ojore leave the ring, ignoring the abuse of the crowd, and they head for the backstage area. Medics then slowly carry Mike Conrad from the ring and load him onto the stretcher, being very careful not to cause any further damage.

JK: Conrad will be heading straight to the hospital and our best wishes go with him….let us pray that the injuries are not as serious as they first look….

DF: I pray to God that that is true…..Conrad is a warrior, a true solider of this industry and it is a damn shame what happened here tonight……I just hope that Jimmy Phillips made the right decision in choosing Hayley Lennox over his partner….

JK: I don’t think Phillips made the wrong decision, Hayley is his fiance and he loves her, but he was forced into making a choice….and the one he made has certainly played a big part in the harrowing scenes we are witnessing now…

The crowd clap and chant “Thank you Mike” over and over as the medics slowly roll the stretcher up the rampway and towards the exit. Conrad is able to raise a thumb into the air, drawing huge cheers from the fans, before he disappears from view.

DF: That was some match….one that will live in the memory for a very long time…..a match that may have some serious ramifications for the future of EWF…

JK: The match will go down in folklore, that is definite……and I am sure the two men that are about to do battle for the richest prize in the business were watching that match with a very keen interest…because whoever walks away tonight as EWF Champion is the next target on the FEAR hitlist…

DF: I hate to admit it, Johnny, but Machiavelli was right….FEAR is rising

Match time: 32 minutes, 25 seconds
Official Result: FEAR win 2-1
Breakdown: Jimmy Phillips pinned Dario Machiavelli (Fall 1)
Dario Machiavelli defeats Jimmy Phillips (Fall 2)
Dario Machiavelli pins Mike Conrad (Fall 3)

*We head backstage and Kelsey Hughes is on camera, standing outside the “Medical room”.

Kelsey: Hi guys….I am currently awaiting some kind of confirmation as to the condition of the EWF World Champion, Jason Sparkz. Sparkz arrived at the arena about an hour ago and eye-witnesses report that he used crutches to aid his journey to this room right here. It is my understanding that EWF COO, Daniel Magnusson is also present in the room and I hope that I can get a word with someone within the next couple of minutes…

JK: Are there any rumours at all, Kelsey, as to Sparkz’ condition?

Kelsey: I have only heard rumours, and to speculate on this matter would be wrong. What we do know is that Jason Sparkz has been with the medical team for about an hour…

JK: This incident occurred almost a week ago, and still no official line from anyone inside of EWF, that would seem to suggest to me that there is more to this than meets the eye?

Kelsey: I can’t comment too much but I am in agreement with you, Johnny, there is something happening right now and as soon as I can get a word…

*Kelsey stops talking as the door behind her opens and Daniel Magnusson steps out. He sees Kelsey and smiles.

Magnusson: I thought I may be seeing you here, Miss Hughes.

Kelsey: Mr Magnusson……what is the current condition of Jason Sparkz? Is the world championship bout going ahead tonight?

*Magnusson looks a little tired as he answers the question

Magnusson: First of all, the injury that Jason Sparkz suffered last week is a little worse than we first thought it was.

*The crowd make a disappointed noise

Magnusson: Although the knee is not broken or dislocated, the muscles and tendons are severely bruised and swollen. We had hoped that in the seven days since this injury happened that the swelling would subside and he may be able to move a little more freely. As it is, that has not happened as well as we would have liked. Jason arrived at the arena just over an hour ago and I have been in this room with him for most of that time, I have still yet to see him walk on his knee.

*Kelsey’s eyes widen with surprise

Kelsey: So the world championship match is off?

Magnusson: Having seen Jason in the state that he is, I would be a pretty awful character if I signed off on his ability to compete tonight. This is a world championship match, and I don’t want to give the crowd anything but the absolute best…

Kelsey: And what about the paying fans in the arena?

Magnusson: This is pro-wrestling, and unfortunately you have to be prepared to expect the unexpected. I am very sorry on behalf of EWF but I cannot and will not risk the long term safety of my roster members if it can be avoided…

Kelsey: What does this mean for the EWF World Championship?

Magnusson: That is something I will be addressing, in the ring, within the next ten minutes…

Kelsey: Thank you for your time Mr Magnusson…

Magnusson; Not a problem….

*Magnusson smiles wearily and then walks off, leaving Kelsey outside the “Medical room”.

Kelsey: So there is the official line…it would seem Jason Sparkz is not fit for competition here tonight….the future of the world championship is up in the air, but Mr Magnusson will be ringside very shortly to address the situation.

*The scene changes and an ambulance is shown in the parking lot. The doors of the lot swing open and there is voices from the paramedics as they wheel Mike Conrad toward the ambulance.

Medic: We just need to run some tests, Mike…but don’t worry about a thing, everything is ok.

*Conrad nods his head

???: Mike…..Mike…

*Jimmy Phillips comes running into the lot, his face is drawn and fearful

Phillips: Oh god, Mike, I am so sorry……

*Phillips pushes past the medics and kneels down at the side of Conrad’s stretcher

Medics: I am sorry sir but we need to get Mr Conrad to the hospital…he needs serious medical attention…

*Phillips puts his hand on Mike’s arm

Phillips: I am so sorry pal, so so sorry. And I understand if you never forgive me for what I did, but he gave me no choice.

*Conrad looks at Phillips, and then removes his oxygen mask

Conrad: Hay….Hayley?

Phillips: She’s safe, security and some doctors are watching over her.

*Conrad nods his head

Phillips: I want you to know, Mike, despite what happened tonight…..I am not going to let this lie. I’ve got Hayley back, and I am going to make sure she has the best protection in the world, now Machiavelli is going to pay for what he has done….

Conrad: I….I don’t bl-blame you…..y-you did wh-what you had to….

*Phillips looks angry with himself and pats Conrad on the shoulder

Phillips: I left you, and that is unforgiveable. But you fought like a trooper….you were amazing out there and you should be proud of yourself…

Conrad: The cl-clown…

Phillips: I’ll find them Mike, I’ll track every last one of them down if I have to……..FEAR is going to get their comeuppance, I won’t rest until that happens…

Medic: Please sir…we need to go….

*Phillips stands up and nods his head in acceptance. He taps Conrad on the shoulder again

Phillips: You take it easy pal, and I’ll be down to see you real soon….

*Conrad nods his head and then the medics begin loading him into the ambulance. Phillips gives him the thumbs up and Conrad returns the signal before the vehicle drives off into the Los Angeles night. Phillips sighs deeply and looks angry as he heads back into the building.

*The scene changes again and there is a lot of shouting and sounds of a commotion going on. The cameras pan down a corridor and into the secretary area, outside of Daniel Magnusson’s office. A man is standing in front of the secretary, equipment strewn all over the floor, and is demonstrating his anger.

Garcia: Where the hell is he?

*The secretary looks very frightened

Secretary: Please calm down…

Garcia: Calm down? Please do not make this situation any worse than it is darling…..you get on your little fancy telephone and you ring up Magnusson. You get him down here and tell him we’ve got some business to take care of…

*The secretary is about to pick up the phone when security come barging down the corridor

Garcia: Oh here comes the cavalry…

Security leader: Mr Garcia, if you would kindly follow us…..Mr Magnusson has asked us to remove you from the arena…

Garcia: I bet he has…

SL: Please do not make this difficult, sir..

*Garcia smirks at the security

Garcia: Yeah, you wouldn’t want that….trust me…

*The security look slightly intimidated

SL: Maybe it is best if you just follow us tonight, let your temper cool off….

Garcia: It’s not cooling, that stage is not going to come until me and Magnusson have a little chat…

SL: Mr Magnusson is very busy right now…

Garcia: I’m sure he is…..but I want you to know, all of you, that whether it is tonight….tomorrow….next week, I am going to catch up with him….and not one of you will get there in time…

*Garcia stares at the security with a dark expression on his face. He looks at the secretary again, who looks terrified, and then he barges past the security and walks out of shot. The guards are quick to follow him.

*We change scene one last time and the crowd boo as Vincent Costello steps into view with Carlton Jacobs. Costello has the EWF Championship belt over his shoulder.

Jacobs: You’ve heard the news, Vincent, I am sure…….it seems like tonight’s main event match is off, due to the injury that Jason Sparkz sustained last week…

*The crowd boo

Costello: First of all, you refer to me as the champion elect and yes, I heard this oh so surprising revelation.

Jacobs: So you are not shocked?

Costello: Of course I am not. You have to realize that every dog has it’s day, and even the most dim-witted, un charismatic and talentless of individuals will have their fifteen minutes of fame…..time is now up for Jason Sparkz.

He knows it, he realized it last week when I pinned his shoulders to the mat…..I ripped the royal red carpet out from under his feet………..I siphoned off the crest of his wave and suddenly, seven days before I was scheduled to expose him in front of the world…he gets injured!

*Costello raises his eyebrows suspiciously

Jacobs: So you don’t think the injury is legitimate?

Costello: I find it all far too coincidental. I am not saying that Sparkz doesn’t have a banged up knee, but heck this is the professional wrestling industry and if you don’t carry around at least a dozen injuries at a time then you are not doing your job properly.

Sparkz knew what was coming….he knew that tonight his game was over, and he wasn’t willing to come out to that ring and take his beating like a man…

Jacobs: You have the EWF Title in your possession, although it hasn’t been officially signed to you….is this something you are expecting Daniel Magnusson to do tonight?

Costello: What else is he going to do? Sparkz was the champion, I am the number one contender…..who else is more deserving of this belt but me? As long as Magnusson sticks to his sense of morality then he will do the only thing he can, and crown me the brand new world champion…I have been the champion elect for seven days, now it is time to make it official…

*The crowd boo louder

Costello: And then…the reign of Costello Law shall begin…

Jacobs: Costello Law?

Costello: You heard right…..Costello Law means I am number one….what I say goes and you good for nothing, low-life pieces of (beep) will bow down at my feet until I tell you that you can stand up….let’s preview…

*Costello glares at Jacobs, who whimpers and then drops to his knees

Costello: It is time we brought a little bit of respect to EWF, make this place as professional as it possibly can be. I am tired of little jacka55ess running around here with championship gold, pretending like they know what it takes to represent this company….but they don’t have a damn clue, but I am going to show them.

I am going to rule with an iron fist…..and one by one everyone is going follow me…

Jacobs: I imagine you caught the Three Stages of Hell match earlier…..if you are crowned the new world champion in just a few minutes, how do you feel about the potentially daunting task of defending against Dario Machiavelli and Ojore…

*Costello just stares at Jacobs and then shifts the belt on his shoulder

Costello: I don’t care. Machiavelli and his African Manchild may strike FEAR into everyone else, but they don’t send shivers down my spine. I am the greatest in this promotion and soon I will get the official accolade to back that statement up. Once that happens, there will be nobody that can stop my rise to prominence.

The future starts right here….deal with it!

*Costello looks down at Jacobs, still on his knees, and shakes his head before walking off. Jacobs looks embarrassed as a couple of stagehands pass by, looking at him in confusion.

Main Event
EWF World Heavyweight Championship
The dilemma?

JK: So we aren’t even having a main event….

DF: Abit of an anti-climax to what has been a fantastic night of action so far….

JK: But the future of the world championship still needs to be resolved…..and that is what we are expecting now….

DF: I don’t see anything except Magnusson handing the belt to Costello…is there another choice?

JK: We’ll find out soon enough…

“The boss” echoes out of the speakers and there is a mixed reaction from the crowd in the arena, greeting Daniel Magnusson out onto the stage. The crowd aren’t unhappy to see Magnusson, they are just very disappointed that the main event of the evening has been seemingly cancelled.

DF: After such an amazing event, Magnusson must be gutted that we are ending on this note…

JK: Not an ideal situation for our first jaunt onto pay per view…but the situation is well and truly out of Magnusson’s hands…

Magnusson nods in acceptance of the fans’ feelings and then climbs up the steel steps and into the ring. The music quickly subsides and Rick Ambrose hands a microphone to the EWF COO.

DF: Straight to business…

Magnusson: First of all, allow me to apologize for what I am about to say. I know all of you paid good money to come here tonight, and I am not going to make any excuses, we have not delivered on what we promised.

*Mixed reaction

Magnusson; I am sure you will all agree that so far this has been a tremendous night of action….but I know you all want more..

*The fans cheer

Magnusson: You all wanted to see an EWF World Heavyweight Championship match…

Crowd: We want Sparkz x10

Magnusson: I understand how each and every one of you is feeling, but I need you to understand my position. Jason Sparkz’ knee injury is too severe for him to get medical clearance, I cannot put his long-term future at risk by allowing him to go ahead with this match….no matter how much we all want to see it.

It would not only put Sparkz in serious jeopardy, but he would also be at a serious disadvantage against a fully-fit opponent.

This is not a decision I wanted to make, but I feel like I have been left with very little choice…

The crowd begin to boos as “Godfather” echoes out of the speakers and then jets of purple pyros shoot in the air, exploding high into the rafters. Vincent Costello, with the EWF Championship over his shoulder, then steps out onto the stage.

DF: Here he is, Johnny, the champion in waiting…

JK: The man who caused Jason Sparkz’ injury….

Costello smirks at the crowd’s reaction and then he drops the championship belt off his shoulder and hoists it high over his head, causing an even worse reaction from the fans inside the Coliseum. Magnusson just stands and waits patiently as Costello makes his way down to the ring. Vincent then climbs through the ropes and joins his boss in the middle of the ring. They stare at each other and then Costello accepts another mic from Rick Ambrose.

Costello: Cute speech, and you know I’d love to hear more about how this is the “hardest decision” you ever had to make….but quite frankly, I don’t care. You have got a decision to make and we both know what that decision is. I am the number one contender….I am the only man in this industry that deserves to hold this championship…

Magnusson stares at Costello for a few moments more and then begins to speak again

Magnusson: I’ll admit that handing you the world championship probably is the most obvious choice that I can make. You were scheduled to compete here tonight for the belt…you are the number one contender..

Costello: Then cut the crap and make it official.

Magnusson: I wasn’t finished. Sparkz’ injury is regrettable, and there is nothing I can do about that. The doctor’s diagnosis puts him on the shelf for between a month and three, there is no way I can allow him to remain champion.

Costello: Then why are you still talking….raise my hand and this is done…

Magnusson: My only dilemma is that Jason Sparkz earned that championship….he beat you, twice, as well three other men in a forty eight hour period over the Iron Man Tournament……that is exactly what I want from my world champion…underlying proof that they are the best…

Costello: I don’t think I need to prove a damn thing….I beat everyone on this roster that matters, what other evidence do you need….

Magnusson: The evidence I need is that you, above anyone else, deserve to hold the most prestigious championship in EWF..

*Costello looks angry as Magnusson reaches out and pulls the EWF Championship belt from his shoulder

Magnusson: When I created EWF, it was with the sole purpose of showcasing the very best in the wrestling industry. I don’t doubt how talented you are Vincent, you are in the highest calibre of superstars we have on this roster, but the fact remains that you have not earned this world championship…..I point blank refuse to just hand it over to you!

*The crowd pop and Costello looks furious

Costello: Please tell me that you are joking? I haven’t earned the world championship? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO DO…

*Magnusson stands firm

Costello: Phillips…..Conrad…..Machiavelli…..Wood…..Garcia……even Sparkz…..I have defeated them all and you damn well know I have….there isn’t any other man on this roster with a resume like mine…

Magnusson: I don’t dispute that……but you didn’t win a match to secure this belt…

Costello: My match was supposed to be happening now…………it’s not my fault that Sparkz can’t compete…

Magnusson: I beg to differ…

Costello: Oh spare me the bull(beep)….sure I pushed him off the ropes last week, but interferences occur in at least 50% of matches on this damn roster….I don’t see you vilifying every superstar who interjects themselves in matches other than their own…how am I to blame for the fact that Sparkz is made of porcelain?

Magnusson: We can go round and round in circles, Vincent…but the fact remains, you didn’t win a match….you didn’t win this belt…..and I won’t give it to you until you do…

Costello: Then make a damn match, right here and now….you want to pi55 and moan that the fans didn’t get the world championship match that they paid, then do something about it….you’ve got a whole roster at your disposal…make something happen…

*Magnusson looks around the arena, thinking on a decision.

Costello: I’ll fight anybody and I’ll prove to you that there is nobody better than I am…..I am the champion elect and this is a disgrace that you won’t make the right call….you want EWF to be a success? Then get me an opponent and let me get this sorted…

*Magnusson raises his eyebrows and turns to the crowd, gauging their reaction. The fans are screaming all sorts of things.

Magnusson: Maybe your right…..maybe I can give these fans a world championship match after all…..maybe right here and now at Atonement we are going to end it like we planned…

*The crowd cheer

Magnusson: Make it official, Rick…

Ding ding

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen……….the following contest is scheduled for one fall….and it is for the EWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

*Ultra pop

DF: Yes……so we are having a match…

JK: Impromptu call by Daniel Magnusson but I feel it was the right one…if Vincent Costello wants to be the world champion then he needs to earn the right….

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

JK: But who will he face….

DF: I guess it’s just a lottery…..Magnusson is on his earpiece…

Magnusson is standing on the outside of the ring, holding the world championship, and he is speaking into his headset.

Magnusson: Yes….really…..ok then….we’ll go with that….

JK: We’ll go with that…what does that mean?

DF: You’ll find out now…

Costello is pacing the ring, back and forth, before “Lose yourself” roars out of the speakers and the crowd go nuts. Electric blue pyros explode up into the air and then Jason Sparkz comes hobbling out onto the stage. Costello looks shocked to see Sparkz, who is walking freely without the use of crutches….

Sparkz: I know Mr Magnusson said I couldn’t compete tonight…..but I am the EWF World Champion, and I want to be remembered as such, no matter what the future may hold…

JK: I don’t think it is wise for Sparkz to be out here…

Sparkz: I heard you running your mouth Costello, and your right, your resume is impressive and you probably are the next best solution to me….but in reality, you aren’t me….

*The crowd cheer

Sparkz: And until you beat me, when it really matters….you will never be looked upon as a rightful champion…

DF: Sparkz is walking on that knee….

JK: But with how much pain? Magnusson said he couldn’t walk on it just fifteen minutes ago…

Sparkz: So here is what I propose….you want a match, right here, for the EWF World Championship….then let’s have one…

*The crowd cheer again

Sparkz: Me and you….one on one….like it was advertised…………and you can prove whether you really belongs at the mountain top or not…

*Costello looks at Sparkz and then to Magnusson, almost looking for confirmation that this is happening. Magnusson is deep in conversation with Rick Ambrose, who nods in understanding.

Ambrose: And introducing his opponent……………..from London, England……………weighing in at 202 pounds………he is the current, reigning and defending EWF World Champion……Jaaaaaaasssssoooooooonnnn Sppppppaaaaarrrrkkkkkkkkkkkzzz!

JK: Damn I don’t know about this…

DF: Magnusson is letting this go ahead………..he is granting Sparkz and Costello the match they signed up for….

JK: Pride before the fall, Don, that is what it looks like to me….Sparkz should not be out here…

Sparkz climbs up onto the apron and then steps through the ropes, only for Costello to run across and chopblock his injured knee out from under him.

JK: Oh cmon….as if this wasn’t already bad enough…

Ding ding ding

DF: Match is underway now…..no escape for Sparkz….

JK: This is bad…

Costello holds the knee of Sparkz and drops elbows into the knee joint before standing up and stomping down on the injured area with real venom. The crowd are booing and even Daniel Magnusson looks regretful as Costello drags Sparkz to the ropes, rests his injured leg on the bottom rope, and jumps into the air…

DF: He’s trying to break the kneecap or something…

Three times, Costello drives all his bodyweight down on top of the injured knee of Sparkz, causing the champion to scream out in pain. The referee moves in and threatens to disqualify Costello, but he just smirks and pushes the official aside. Costello continues to stomp down on Sparkz’ knee and then he drags him up and lifts him into a crunching kneebreaker….

JK; This is just a matter of time….

DF: If I am honest, Sparkz does not stand a chance….

Costello keeps ahold of his opponent’s leg and then twists around, looking to drop into a figure four, but Sparkz grabs his tights and rolls him up…

JK: Wait a minute….

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DF: Got him….

JK: Not quite…

The crowd are roaring as they think Sparkz has the three count but Costello pops his shoulder just in time. VC is quickly back to his feet and he stomps down on the injured knee of the champion and then he flips him up into the air…

DF: Power…

JK: Countered….

The crowd are on their feet, almost sensing a miracle, as Sparkz counters the powerbomb into a headscissors takedown. Both athletes scramble back to their feet and Sparkz is able to duck under a running clothesline from Costello and springboards onto the ropes…

DF: Moonsault….where the hell is Sparkz getting this from?

JK: The will to please these fans, to be the world champion is keeping him going….

Sparkz rubs his knee as he staggers back to his feet and then he waits for Costello to get up before launching at him…

DF: Superkick…

Costello throws his hands up and he catches Sparkz’ foot. The champion hobbles on one foot, trapped, before Costello swings him around…

JK: DRAGON WHIP!

Sparkz connects with his trailing leg, jacking the jaw of Costello with real venom. Over 2,000 fans are on their feet as Sparkz makes his way over to the corner and he leaps up onto the top rope…

DF: I don’t believe what we are witnessing….

JK; Jason Sparkz is going to do the unthinkable…

DF: This is amazing……….LIGHTNING STRIKE!

Sparkz comes hurtling from the top rope, straight into his patented frogsplash, but Costello rolls away in time, sending the champion crashing into the canvass. The jubilation from the crowd is replaced by foreboding as Costello gets back to his feet, an ugly grimace on his face, and he walks to the ropes.

JK; I think Costello has had enough….

DF: He can’t believe that Sparkz was even able to get out here….and now the champion has been showing him up….

JK: It could all end here…don’t do it Vince….OH DAMN!

The crowd look stunned as Costello climbs to the top rope and then jumps off, landing the two footed “kerb” stomp to the injured knee of Jason Sparkz. The world champion screams in agony, the sound making the fans at ringside wince, and he thrashes around on the canvass. The referee implores Costello to make the cover but he doesn’t look finished…

DF: End this now….referee has to stop it…

JK: if Sparkz’ knee was damaged before then who knows what damage it is in now….

Costello looks around at the crowd, who are looking horrified, and then he looks out towards Daniel Magnusson and points at him.

Costello: This is all on you Magnusson…..you should have just given me the belt…

DF: Costello may have a point…..this could have been avoided…

JK: You have to see it from both sides….Magnusson didn’t just want to hand the belt to Costello, but in hindsight it could have prevented what we are witnessing now…

DF: FIGURE FOUR!

JK: Stop it now…

Costello grabs the injured leg of Sparkz and twists around, dropping back into the figure four leglock. Sparkz’ cries are unbearable and he looks in a great amount of pain as Costello jumps up and down in the hold, applying full and maximum pressure. The referee looks ready to call for the bell when the champion takes the option away from him and taps his hand to the canvass…

JK: He had no other choice…..

DF: Wow…

Ding ding ding

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen……………….here is your winner………………..and NEW EWF World Heavyweight Champion……….Viiiinnnnccceeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnttt Coooooosssttttttteeeeelllllloooo!

JK: This is tragic…

Official Result:Vincent Costello via submission
Match time: 3 minutes, 12 seconds

The crowd are booing as “Godfather” plays out and Vincent Costello is declared the winner. He refuses to give the submission up for a few moments, increasing the suffering that is being felt by Jason Sparkz and then finally he breaks it. Costello rolls out of the ring and confronts Daniel Magnusson, snatching the EWF World Championship from his grasp and then he points back to Jason Spark, who is writhing in pain…

Costello: Take a good look at that…..that is all on you…..you made that happen……deal with it!

DF: Costello really rubbing the salt in the wounds now…I’m sure Daniel Magnusson feels terrible for what happened…

JK: He said he wasn’t allowing Sparkz to compete….but the sight of the champion walking out here, unaided, obviously made him change his mind…..Magnusson made the call that he thought was right, but in the end it hasn’t panned out that way…Vincent Costello has taken full advantage of the situation and he is the new world champion…

DF: Costello law is now in effect….what does this mean for the future of EWF?

Costello hoists the EWF World Championship over his head and walks past the crowd, who are hurling abuse at him, with his head held high. He nods in satisfaction and says things like “Bow to your champion” and “You don’t stop this kind of quality”.

JK: This was not the climax we were anticipating and neither was this crowd…

DF: Costello has done what many did not expect him to do ten days ago….but in the last seven days the odds swung in his favour and he has taken great advantage of that….Sparkz was in no position to compete….he could barely even stand up…..despite his best efforts he was no match for the brand new world champion…

Daniel Magnusson and the referee are in the ring, checking on Jason Sparkz’ condition, as Vincent Costello swaggers up the rampway and then stops at the top of the stage, posing with his newly won prize. The crowd continue to boo him.

JK: An historic moment to end an historic night……..Atonement has certainly been a pay per view to remember, what a night for EWF…

DF: Fantastic event….so many ups and downs…..questions, answers and then more questions…..we are entering what seems like a boom period in this industry and I cannot wait to see what happens next…

JK: We have a new world champion…that’s the biggest news as we draw this broadcast to a close….Vincent Costello is the new man at the top of the EWF mountain…..but what is next? What is next for the rest of the EWF roster? Be sure to join us in ten nights’ time for the newest edition of Conflict, where we will hopefully get some answers to the questions being posed…..but for now, that is all we have time for, thank you for joining us folks and I hope you have enjoyed Atonement as much as we have…….goodnight and we will see you very soon.

DF: Goodnight everybody!

The show goes off air with Costello continuing to pace the stage, posing with the world heavyweight championship, as Jason Sparkz receives medical attention in the centre of the ring.

PPV re-cap:

Thunder defeats Wade Kelvin, E-Unit and Hero. (Pinfall)
Mr Jones defeats Bryan Wells (DQ)
Liam Wood defeats Alex Garcia (Pinfall)
FEAR defeats Jimmy Phillips/Mike Conrad (2-1 in a 2/3 Falls Match)
Vincent Costello defeats Jason Sparkz to win the EWF World Heavyweight Championship (Submission)

Official in-ring time: 1 hour 15 minutes 39 seconds