EWF and FEAR Present Day of Reckoning Results Wednesday 17th July 2013

*A VT opens up the show and it begins with complete darkness. A voice speaks.

Voiceover: In the beginning, there was nothing but the thought of existence.

*The scene begins to develop to demonstrate the birth of life on Earth, from the prehistoric ages to the technological age that we live in today.

VO: But ever since the human race was created, from the dawn of time, through the eras of history, and to the landscapes that we forge today….there is one thing that defines us……..WAR!

*The video documents different footage of wars being fought. From the cavemen to Hastings, to WW1 and WW2. Harrowing images of people suffering, cold dead casualties and screaming victims, desperately seeking their loved ones. Blood begins to seep down the screen and the laugher of a man takes over.

VO: And through these wars, through the demolition and desecration, there has always been those who welcome such a travesty. Whether for power or fortune, perhaps even personal enjoyment or a blood-fuelled vendetta there is always a figurehead, a mastermind whose callous judgement has inflicted genocide upon the masses.

*Drake Callihan comes onto the screen, staring down at blood stained hands, and he laughs as from behind him come the members of FEAR. Each of them dressed in the black and red of their faction, each of them with blood stained across their bodies.

VO: These men seek power and fortune, they seek to pillage and r*** the foundations of the professional wrestling industry and leave nothing left but dust and ashes. Tonight they intend to start a fire that cannot be doused, their aim is to burn the Elite Coliseum to the ground, crushing the memory of EWF in the process. These men are the harbingers of doom and they are confident that no force of nature or no act of God has the capability to stand in their way.

*Images and clips flash up on the screen of the many victims of FEAR. Multiple attacks on Liam Wood, Jimmy Phillips, Mr Jones and Robin Reborn. We see Alex Garcia smashing Daniel Magnusson’s head through a car window and Oliver Baker being thrown from the stage.

VO: Tonight FEAR is attempting to rise up and infect the hearts of their enemies, tonight FEAR intends to devour its victims and prolong their suffering to an eternity. FEAR isn’t what lurks under your bed at night, FEAR is not a figment of your imagination, they are here and they are more dangerous than you can ever imagine.

*The scene then changes to a beeping noise and we see Sofia Magnusson standing over the hospital bed of her husband. The lights then dim to another darkened room and this time the members of Team EWF take centre stage. Jimmy Phillips, Liam Wood, Thunder, Jason Sparxz and Robin Reborn. The sound of the hospital equipment still echoes in the background.

VO: For these men, this fight is not about power or fortune. It is about survival, about retribution and the desire to take a stand against evil. For all the trials and tribulations that these men have been forced to endure, they have never backed down, not one ounce of quit between them.

*We get clips of Team EWF fighting back against FEAR. The fury of Liam Wood and the power of Jimmy Phillips. We see Robin Reborn taking the fight to his enemies as well as the return of Sparxz and the revelation of Thunder coming to the aid of Jimmy Phillips.

VO: These men fight to keep this company alive, to pull the tube from the life support machine and breathe new hope into this dying brand. For them it all hinges on tonight…..defeat is no longer an option…live or die, tonight they make a choice.

*Suddenly the screen changes and shows a dark structure lowering from the rafters toward two rings, set up side by side.

VO: Inside this demonic structure, the scores will be settled once and for all. An environment created in the depths of hell, forged for nothing but revenge and suffering, this is where it will all end. Tonight isn’t just about winning, not just about survival or personal pride…..tonight will define the legacies of the twelve men who step inside this cell……careers and lives may very well be on the line…..

But for twelve warriors…….this is…..the Day of Reckoning!

*We get a glimpse of the brawl that took place last week in the parking lot and then the bodies strewn all across the floor. We see Vincent Costello inside his crushed car and then Liam Wood and Enforcer standing between the EWF World Championship!

*The show goes live on air from inside the Elite Coliseum and the crowd in attendance are going absolutely wild for the beginning of the show. There is around 5,000 in the building and the noise is manic, almost drowning out “Welcome to the end” by 12 Stones that is blasting out of the PA system. A procession of red,white and silver pyros are consistently exploding high into the rafters as the cameras pan around to show the set up for the evening. Only one ring is erected at the present time and the ring ropes are blood red and black. The ring aprons have the words “Day of Reckoning” etched in crimson text on a black background and the stage area has been set up to look like a battlefield. Barbed wire covers the front of the Hypertron structure and there is a tank to the right of the stage. On the left hand side of the stage is a barrack with a selection of weapons set up on top of it and then the cameras pan upwards, showing the War Games structure hovering high above the ring. We then go ringside to the commentators booth.

JK: Ladies and gentlemen good evening, and welcome to the Day of Reckoning. I am Jonathan Kelly, alongside Donovan Franklin and Don, this is it….the one we have all been waiting for, perhaps slightly dreading….here tonight, after months and months of the conflict between EWF and FEAR, it all comes down to this…..both teams will step inside that harrowing structure above us but only one will leave victorious….the losing brand will be forced to disband.

DF: Folks, I can’t tell you or even begin to describe the atmosphere in this building tonight, I have never witnessed anything like it. Nerves, excitement and anticipation….tonight twelve men have the opportunity to define themselves in history……tonight either EWF or FEAR are finished, when I say it is all on the line, I mean quite literally…

JK: Not to mention that whoever scores the final pinfall or submission in the main event will be crowned the new World Champion……there is everything to gain and yet everything to lose here tonight at Day of Reckoning….

DF: But that match, the one everyone is waiting for, isn’t for another seven hours yet….before then we have three matches assigned to this afternoon’s session….three bouts between members of EWF and members of FEAR….whichever team manages to win the most matches will get to choose the final stipulation pick for tonights main event…

JK: Remember the two stips that have been picked already….FEAR chose to take the man advantage, meaning they will always have a handicap over EWF as the superstars enter War Games….and then last week EWF decided to bring back Dario Machiavelli, the former exiled leader of FEAR, and stipulated that he must fight with his former allies here tonight….

DF: Two different choices but both with a lot of thought behind them…..whichever team gets that final stip pick is really going to fancy their chances heading into War Games later tonight….

JK: Of course they….and remember last week as we went off the air from Conflict the animosity and hatred spilt over between these two teams again….the destruction in the parking lot was brutal…

DF: So brutal that Vincent Costello was left with a shattered collarbone and he is out of action indefinitely, that is why the championship is on the line tonight….we need a new leader…

*Kelly’s voice is suddenly interrupted by “Bonfire” echoing out of the speakers and the crowd begin to boo for the arrival of Ojore. Flames dance up and around the stage as the giant strides out into view, the Anarchy Championship rested on his shoulder. In his hand he carries his trademark lantern, which he slams down off the floor and causes pyros to erupt all around.

DF: Seems like we are ready for our first bout of the evening…

JK: Ojore wasting no time in getting out here…

DF: And remember these three matches that are scheduled for this afternoon will all have a mystery stipulation attached to them….a stipulation that will only be announced as the fight is scheduled to begin…

JK: Makes it exciting but also dangerous for the competitors, they have no idea what they are stepping into…

*Ojore begins to make his way down to the ring, ignoring the jibes and abuse from the fans around ringside. He then pulls himself up on the apron and steps over the top rope with ease, his cold eyes scanning the perimeter.

DF: Ojore has been a wrecking ball in recent weeks….really taking his chaotic, sadistic nature to new levels…

JK: Last week we saw him throw a hundred pound waste container onto Vincent Costello’s car, crushing the former champion underneath.

DF: And we also saw him choking out Alex Garcia, things are not rosy between Ojore and the rest of FEAR right now if you ask me….

JK: Ojore is a man designed for war, he lives to destroy anything in his path….he does not respond well to control and order. I think Drake Callihan’s best laid plans are not something Ojore enjoys following….he prefers to take action in his own manner, whenever he sees fit…

DF: Could be a potential stumbling block down the line, and something EWF should look to exploit inside the War Games structure…

JK: I don’t think there is any way of bargaining with this man….he does what he wants, when he wants….and nobody is going to be able to tell him otherwise…

Ojore just stands in the middle of the ring, his eyes fixed on the stage, when “Thrift shop” echoes out to an outstanding ovation from the fans in attendance. Silver fireworks shoot across the front of the stage and then Robin Reborn bounces out onto the ramp, a confident grin on his face.

JK: Boy has this guy really come into his own in recent weeks….the EWF fans love Robin Reborn…

DF: Of course they do…..he’s young, athletic and he loves to bloody fight….for a youngster this kid has some serious balls….never once has he backed down from FEAR, infact he seems very happy to throw himself head-first onto the frontline…

JK: For weeks Reborn has been demanding a show down with Ojore….after knocking off several members of FEAR he believes he can take on the biggest and baddest of them all, he really does have guts…

DF: And he has the talent to go a long way in this company….he is seriously fired up after what FEAR did to Mr Jones last week….

JK: Reborn said he was tired of FEAR’s tactics and he was more than happy to pay them back in kind…..in a way I think this guy is absolutely nuts, but good on him….he recognises that EWF have him a chance and he wants to pay that back….

Reborn slaps hands with the fans that reach over the barricade and then he leaps up onto the apron to face Ojore. The beast just looks at Reborn, who glares back at him, and then he vaults over the ropes and into the ring.

DF: The size and weight different here is extremely visible…but Reborn won’t back down an inch….he wants this fight…

JK: He believes in himself….that is what makes him standout…

DF: Time to find out the stipulation for this match…

Rick Ambrose is standing in the ring, listening intently into an earpiece, waiting for confirmation of what type of match is scheduled. He nods his head briefly in understanding and then raises the mic to his mouth.

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

*Crowd pop

JK: Boom…

DF: That’s a match…

Rick Ambrose: In this contest there will be no disqualifications or countouts. Victory can only be achieved by pinfall or submission.

JK: Anarchy rules to kick this night off….

DF: I’m not sure if that benefits Robin Reborn at all…..we’ve seen what Ojore is capable of in this kind of environment….

JK: Means that Reborn can throw the kitchen sink at Ojore though if he wants, literally….

The referee takes the Anarchy Championship from Ojore and he lifts it above his head before passing it out to Rick Ambrose, who rests it on the timekeeper’s table. The bell then sounds to get the match underway and the crowd cheer the start of the action. Ojore and Reborn circle each other, RR trying his best to stay out of the big man’s clutches.

DF: Reborn is going to need to stay on his bike, use his speed and athleticism to fight at range as much as possible…

JK: Ojore is deceptively quick himself though and Reborn will have to get in the trenches with him at some point….

Ojore lunges in again and this time Reborn kicks the back of his leg and bounds away before rushing in again with two more solid kicks to the calves of Ojore. Reborn continues to bounce in and out, slamming kicks into the legs of the big man before running the ropes and returning with a flying dropkick to the knees, taking the big man down on one leg…

DF: This is a great start from Reborn…

Reborn gets back up and he swings another kick at the side of Ojore’s head, staggering the monster, before lashing hard kicks into the big man’s chest (ala Daniel Bryan). Ojore eventually drops down on his back and Reborn runs the ropes before cartwheeling back into a standing moonsault………….1………………Ojore powers out!

JK: Ojore is an absolute animal to try and keep down….

Reborn gets back on top and tries to drive the point of his elbow into Ojore’s neck before swinging another kick at Ojore’s ribcage. Ojore stumbles forward into the corner and Reborn runs in with a big dropkick before rushing across the ring and sprinting back with a spinning heel kick that drives Ojore against the turnbuckle…

DF: Reborn wasn’t lying when he said he wanted this match….the boy wants to fight…

JK: No intimidation from Robin Reborn thus far…

DF: Ojore doesn’t know what hit him…

Reborn nails hard kicks to the stomach of Ojore in the corner before climbing onto the ropes and administering a ten punch combo. He reaches seven when Ojore pushes him down, sending him rolling across the ring. But RR rolls back to his feet and zooms forward again, this time superkicking Ojore in the chest, sending him back into the corner. Reborn then runs in and connects with a shining wizard before nailing the ten punch combo at the second time of asking….

JK: Reborn is on fire….and this crowd is electric….

The fans are going wild for Reborn’s offensive style, leaving Ojore in a disorientated state. Ojore staggers out toward the centre of the ring as Reborn scrambles up the ropes to the top of the turnbuckle and then leaps off with a missile dropkick to the back of the champion, sending Ojore flying through the ropes and to the outside of the ring.

DF: I knew this kid would be game but man I was not expecting this…

JK: It was always Robin Reborn’s dream to be a star….and he is living up to his opportunity….SUICIDE DIVE!

Crowd: That was awe-some x7

Reborn comes charging across the ring and shoots himself right through the ropes, knocking into Ojore and driving him back into the announce table. Both men are slumped in a heap but Reborn isn’t down for long, finding his feet with a flourish…

DF: Ojore has been such a menace recently and I have to admit I was expecting him to continue the trend tonight….but Reborn is making a mockery of that…

Ojore tries to stand up but Reborn splatters a roundhouse kick into his temple, leaving him slumped across the announce desk. RR then drags the ring bell off the timekeeper’s table and he waits for Ojore to stand up before running at him……..DING!

JK: Anything is legal under “Anarchy Rules”…

The bell shot staggers Ojore backwards and Reborn follows up by running forward, up the steel steps, and jumping through the air into a double knee strike to the chest, crashing Ojore down onto the hard flooring. Reborn staggers back up and leaps onto the security barricade before moonsaulting off…

DF: This is literally incredible…

JK: Completely one sided….

Reborn lands the moonsault across the chest of Ojore and then he stumbles forward and pulls up the ring apron, dragging out a kendo stick from underneath. Ojore is already using the apron to pull himself up as Reborn walks behind him and lets fire…..WHACK!

DF: Sickening shot…I don’t care if you are a monster, you feel that…

Ojore yells out in pain as Reborn hammers the stick against his spine twice more, causing Ojore to roll into the ring via the bottom rope. Reborn quickly jumps back onto the apron and he springboards onto the top rope, tucking the kendo stick underneath his legs as he does so…..

JK: LEGDROP RIGHT ACROSS THE BACK OF THE NECK!

The kendo stick snaps in half as Reborn leg drops down across the neck of Ojore………………………1…………………….2………………..Ojore powers out again!

DF: Even after that sustained attack, Ojore still is not budging….

Reborn is back on his feet, looking at Ojore in almost disbelief, and then he pulls Ojore up and plants him with a quick DDT. Reborn clambers back out onto the apron and slingshots back in with a plancha across the chest before rolling out on the opposite side and he drags a steel chair from under the ring..

JK: Reborn is really making the most of the weapon-allowed environment…

DF: He loves it…

Reborn rolls back in with the steel chair and he quickly drives it across the back of Ojore, flattening the big man on the mat. Reborn then sets the chair up and runs off the ropes, using the chair as a springboard he leaps onto the ropes opposite and corkscrews back into an elbow to the chest…

JK: Amazing improvisation…

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DF: Still isn’t enough….not by a long way…

Ojore is getting back to his feet as Reborn jabs the chair into his gut and then throws the chair (ECW style) at the big man’s head, knocking him back into a seated position in the corner. Reborn runs in and he scores with a bronco buster to the giant before beckoning him out and he thunders a stiff buzzsaw kick to the side of Ojore’s head…

JK: Another headshot….Ojore may be out cold…

DF: Great chance for Reborn to go aerial…

Reborn reacts to the cheers of the crowd and he quickly makes his way to the corner and leaps up onto the top rope. He scours the crowd as the flashbulbs go off and then throws his hands in the air as he jumps toward Ojore….

JK: 450 SPLASH!

DF: Nothing but knees…

JK: That momentum may have just switched from green to red…

The crowd groan as Ojore drives his huge legs up into the air and into the stomach of Robin Reborn, sending him rolling across the ring in pain. Ojore then begins to get back up and he charges at Reborn, slamming his head right into the chest of RR and sending him flying backwards into the corner…

DF: What a battering ram headbutt that was…

Reborn is clearly hurt as he staggers out and into a huge clothesline from Ojore. The big man then drops a solid elbow to the heart……………………………1………………………2……………Reborn kicks out. Ojore pulls him up with ease by the hair and tosses him into the corner, stomping on his midsection whilst he traps Reborn against the turnbuckle….

JK: Now Ojore is in his element….rode the wave of Reborn’s assault and he is ready to fire back…

DF: This is not what Reborn was looking for….

Ojore grips Reborn by the throat and he throws him across the ring, slamming Reborn down hard on the mat. Reborn gets back up and Ojore flattens him with another clothesline before letting him up once more and he lifts him into a bearhug before slamming RR down on the mat with serious power…………………….1…………………….2…………….Reborn just gets his shoulder up!

JK: This could turn into a massacre now….

Ojore drags Reborn up and runs him to the corner, smashing his head down onto the turnbuckle with real venom. He then repeats the process with the other three turnbuckles before spinning Reborn around and hauling him over the top rope, sending RR crashing down heavily on his chest. Ojore lets out an animalistic roar as he follows Reborn to the outside…

DF: The last place that Reborn wants to be trapped with this beast…

Reborn gets up and he tries to throw punches at Ojore, but they just bounce off the big man as he seizes RR by the neck and headbutts him, slamming him back into the apron. Ojore then lashes sickening chops against the chest of his opponent, leaving deep red welts on the skin, before running Reborn forward and launching him through the air, almost breaking the ringside barrier in half upon the impact….

JK: Ojore is beating all of the fight out of Robin Reborn now…

DF: This is the monster we have been witnessing in the last few weeks….this is what the Anarchy Champion is all about….

Ojore presses his boot down on Reborn’s throat, choking the life out of him, before dragging him up and lifting him into a bearhug position, charging him back into the ringpost. Ojore then charges Reborn into a second ringpost before grabbing him by the throat and running him forward again, launching him with extreme power….

JK: LOOKOUT!

Crowd: Holy (beep) x10

There is a brief loss of transmission as Reborn is thrown over the announce table and he smashes into the cameraman behind, leaving the announce area in complete disarray. The crowd are going wild as the commentators flee their positions.

DF: I’m getting the hell out of here….Ojore is uncontrollable…

JK: He’s out for destruction tonight….

Reborn’s head just appears over the top of the Spanish announce table as Ojore pulls the heavy camera up off the ground and brings it smashing down toward RR’s skull…

DF: You’ll break his skull…

Reborn just moves away in time as the cameras smashes into pieces across the table. RR staggers around ringside and tries to catch his breath as Ojore follows him and seizes him by the shoulder, dumping Reborn back in the ring…

JK: What a fantastic opening match to the Day of Reckoning PPV…

DF: This is insanity in its highest order….pandemonium…

Reborn stumbles up to his feet and he greets Ojore with a dropkick as the champion climbs back in, but Ojore is completely unmoved. Reborn rushes off the ropes for more offense but his flying clothesline only serves to knock Ojore back a step…..RR runs the ropes once again but this time he comes back into a crushing Samoan drop…………………………1……………………………2……………..shoulder up!

JK: It takes almost ten of Reborn’s moves to equal the damage the Ojore can do with one…

Ojore gets up and he continuously clubs Reborn across the back, keeping the EWF man grounded, and then he runs off the ropes and returns with a leaping splash that lands across the big of the smaller man. Ojore pulls Reborn back up and he scoops him onto his shoulders….

DF: Running powerslam coming up…

Reborn manages to kick his legs and drop down off the back before impact. He then springboards onto the ropes and tries to soar back into a hurricanrana…

JK: He hasn’t got the leg power…

Reborn is desperately trying to pull Ojore down but the monster just stands his ground and then hoists Reborn back onto his shoulders before detonating with a powerbomb………………………1………………………2……………..Reborn just manages to kick out!

DF: Ojore doesn’t need weapons, he doesn’t need anything but the tools he was given at birth…he is the definition of a wrecking-machine..

Reborn is dazed and confused as he tries to use the ropes to pull himself upright, only for Ojore to clatter into him from behind with a clothesline, sending RR through the ropes and out onto the apron. Ojore then drags Reborn up by the hair and tries to suplex him back in…

JK: Reborn desperately clinging on…

Reborn is trying to dig his heels into the mat, preventing the suplex, and then he jumps down off the apron, guillotining Ojore across the top rope. The champion staggers back into the middle of the ring as Reborn clambers back onto the apron and slingshots himself back in…

DF: CROSSBODY!

JK: CAUGHT HIM…

The crowd gasp as Ojore catches Reborn in midair, blocking the crossbody with complete and utter ease. He cradles Reborn like a child and then lifts him high…

DF: WORLD’S STRONGEST SLAM!

Reborn jumps over the shoulder of Ojore at the final second and he runs off the ropes, returning with a two footed dropkick that takes out Ojore at the knees. Reborn then rushes the ropes again and this time he uses Ojore’s back to launch himself into a front flip before bringing both knees down into the spine of the beast…
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JK: Reborn is throwing all kinds of offense at Ojore…but nothing is good enough to keep him down…

Reborn makes his way over to the corner, looking shocked that he still hasn’t won, and he clambers up to the top rope, waiting for Ojore to rise. The big man is slow and ponderous but eventually he rises, just as RR comes flying from the top….

DF: OVERHANG NECKBREAKER!

The crowd roar as Reborn front flips over the head of Ojore and brings him crashing down with the unique neckbreaker in the middle of the ring. Reborn then gets up and runs the ropes, diving onto the middle for a springboard…

JK: LIONSAULT!

DF: That is going to be enough…

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JK: Incredible, just mind-boggling stuff from Ojore…

Reborn pushes his hair from his face and looks to the referee in disbelief, only for the official to confirm it was a two count. RR gets back to his feet and he shakes his head as Ojore begins to climb to his feet once more…

DF: Ojore has been pinned once in his entire EWF career…and that was via a rollup by Jason Sparxz….this guy does not get defeated very easily….

JK: Reborn is going to need something extraordinary…

Reborn waits for Ojore to stand and then he springboards onto the ropes again, this time planting the big man right on the top of his head with a tornado DDT. The cheers are wild from the fans as Reborn stumbles over to the corner and slings himself up top…

DF: This could be it….finally………SWANTON BOMB!

JK: HE GOT HIM….EWF BABY!

The noise in the Coliseum is electric as Reborn connects with the senton bomb from the top rope and he dives into the cover……………………………1…………………………………2………………………………3!

DF: HE KICKED OUT….HE DID, JOHNNY….

JK: BUT HOW?

The cameras pan around to show fans with their heads in their hands as Ojore presses his shoulder off the mat once again. Reborn is beside himself, slumping back on the mat and looking at the bright lights for some hope of inspiration.

DF: What more can Reborn throw at this guy?

JK: He needs to keep believing….he can do this….

Reborn makes his way over to the steel chair from earlier and he picks it up before beckoning for the big man to stand up. Ojore is slightly dazed as he eventually climbs back up, straight into the firing line of his determined challenger….

DF: Reborn swinging for the stars…

JK: And Ojore is seeing them…..

The chair bounces off the skull of Ojore and there is a delayed reaction before he falls down on his back in a heap. Reborn shakes his head, not satisfied, and he makes his way over to the ropes and begins to climb. He holds the chair against his body as he reaches the top rope and then he signals to the crowd that he is about to jump…

DF: I have no idea what Reborn is contemplating here but I cannot imagine that it is a good thing…

JK: Whatever he has to in order to survive….450 SPLASH!

The flashbulbs go off as Reborn front flips off the ropes with the steel chair in his hands, looking to drive it down onto Ojore, but the champion moves aside before impact, causing Reborn to land heavily on the weapon.

DF: Boy did that just backfire….

JK: And it could end up costly…..RUNNING POWERSLAM!

The whole ring shakes as Ojore lifts Reborn onto his shoulders and runs him into the demolition-like powerslam…
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DF: Reborn fights on….

JK: He’s got guts….more than anyone may have expected…

This time is Ojore’s turn to stare at the referee in disbelief, holding up three fingers. The referee shakes his head and Ojore boots the chair out of the ring in displeasure before ushering Reborn to get back up….the crowd are trying to warn Reborn of what lies in store for him, but he has no idea as he stumbles up and turns around…

DF: He’s fought bravely…but it ends now…..

JK: CHOKEBOMB!

Ojore wraps both hands around the neck of Reborn and gets ready to lift him but Reborn fights desperately to avoid. He kicks at the knees and legs of Ojore, trying to force some separation, and annoys the champion to the point where Ojore changes his tactics….

DF: OH GOD….

JK: I don’t know what is worse…

Ojore, instead, spins on the spot and then throws Reborn through the air and over the top rope, causing Reborn to collide with the ringpost and then drop down to the outside in a battered heap. Ojore pounds his chest and screams at the fans…

Ojore: MY KINGDOM……MY CROWN!

DF: Ojore is not in a good mood….

JK: I think he has had enough of Reborn’s evasive tactics…

Ojore pushes the referee out of his way and then climbs down to the outside of the ring, where Reborn is barely able to even get to his knees. Ojore pulls Reborn into a camel clutch position and drives hard punches into the side of Reborn’s jaw before dragging him up and lifting him onto his shoulders…

DF: This does not bode well….JEEZ!

*Crowd groan

Ojore launches Reborn like a lawn dart at the ringpost, driving RR’s head right into the steel. Reborn then staggers back and Ojore lifts him into a body press before walking him forwards and dropping him down, chest-first across the Spanish announce table….

JK: Damn….Reborn is taking a beating now…

DF: I’m surprised that table didn’t just snap from impact…

Ojore glares at Reborn, slumped across the table, and then he backs away and begins to climb up onto the EWF announce desk. The fans are making a lot of noise as Ojore beats his chest again and then runs across the tables, leaping into the air…

JK: BANZAI SPLASH!

Crowd: Holy (beep) x10

DF: This is your chance kid….never will you get a better chance than this….

Reborn pulls off the Spanish announce table at the last moment and leaves Ojore to smash right through the wood and into a heap on the floor. Reborn staggers away and is barely able to stand as he clings to the ring apron for leverage. He looks back at Ojore, almost stunned by what he is witnessing….

JK: If Ojore had landed that then I don’t think Reborn would have been able to compete later tonight….

Ojore is already beginning to shuffle his body out of the wreckage as Reborn rips up the ring apron and then drags a ladder out from underneath, drawing huge cheers from the crowd. Reborn then slides the ladder into the ring and follows, waiting for Ojore to come after him…

DF: I have no idea how Ojore is still on his feet….

JK: This man, if you can call him that, is unworldly, he is like nothing I have ever witnessed before….

Ojore staggers over to the ring, blinking back the pain he is feeling, and he slides into the ring with no thought of what is waiting for him. He begins to get back up as Reborn lifts the ladder onto his shoulders and charges forward….

DF: BATTERING RAM!

The ladder hits Ojore square between the eyes and drops him down to the canvass once again. Reborn then slams the ladder down on Ojore’s chest and stumbles over to the corner before jumping up…

JK: SPLIT-LEGGED MOONSAULT!

There are winces from the crowd as Reborn lands the moonsault and smashes the ladder down ontop of Ojore. Reborn rolls away, holding his ribs, before crawling back and he makes the cover…

DF: Cmon…

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JK: This is just not real…it can’t be…

DF: Oh it’s damn real, and that is what makes it so scary….how in the hell do you stop a guy who doesn’t seem to respond to pain?

Ojore is already trying to stand up as Reborn grabs the ladder and begins to drive it down onto the back of his opponent. Ojore continues to try and stand so Reborn lets him get back to his feet and he runs at him again, smashing the metal weapon into the cranium of the champion once more. Ojore is completely motionless as Reborn smashes the ladder down on his head again for good measure and then he sets the ladder up in the corner, beginning to climb…

DF: I saw the lights go out…..that last ladder shot cleaned Ojore’s clock…

JK: Robin Reborn is throwing caution to the wind….he is going where nobody has dared go before…

DF: He’s closing in on the Anarchy Championship….

The flashbulbs are going off and the frenzy of the audience is at fever pitch as Reborn scales to the top of the ten foot ladder and he looks down at Ojore below him. Reborn pushes his hair out of his face and he beckons for the crowd to follow him as he chants “E-dub-f”….

JK: What an ovation…

DF: What a moment…

Crowd: E-dub-f x10

JK: SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

DF: OH MY LORD…

The whole event seems to take place in slow motion as Reborn comes hurtling from the top of the ladder into the shooting star press, only for Ojore to open his eyes and look up before moving out of the way. Reborn lands heavily on his chest in the middle of the ring…

JK: Is he ok?

DF: He could be knocked out….that was one hell of a fall…

JK: Ojore doesn’t give a damn about that…..he knows Reborn is done for….

Ojore gets back to his feet and he glares down at Reborn, who is writhing on the floor in agony, but he shakes his head and refuses to make the cover.

JK: Just cover him and have done with it…..

DF: The champion wants to end it on his terms…

JK: And what the hell does that entail?

Ojore grabs ahold of the ladder and he slams it down on the floor before opening up one side and locking it in place. He then drags the broken form of Robin Reborn and throws him onto the ladder before slamming the open leg down onto Reborn’s chest several times. Reborn is sandwiched in between the ladder as Ojore bends down and lifts the whole thing up….

DF: What the hell is he doing?

JK: This is outrageous…someone stop him….

DF: WORLD’S STRONGEST SLAM!

JK: Holy cr@p x10

The whole arena is in shock as Ojore slams the ladder down on the mat, Reborn in the middle, with serious authority. Reborn’s body convulses slightly as Ojore drags him out of the broken ladder and presses his hand down on his chest…

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Ding ding ding

DF: That was not pretty to watch….

JK: Robin Reborn put up one hell of a fight, but how can anyone contend against the beast?

DF: With Ojore representing FEAR, how can you bet against this guy winning the world championship later inside War Games?

JK: I don’t think you can…he has to start out as favourite…

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner….and still EWF Anarchy Champion…..Ojjjjooooooorrrrrreeeeeeeee!

Ojore’s dark eyes are filled with no emotion as he takes the championship belt out of the hands of the referee and merely holds it by his side as he takes one look down at Reborn and then exits the ring. Reborn is still flat on his back, struggling to get his breathing under control, as Ojore marches up the rampway, refusing to acknowledge the fans that are booing him…

DF: I’ve never seen anyone take the fight to Ojore like that….Reborn was a true warrior, no doubt….but it showed once again that no matter what you throw at the monster, he just cannot be beaten…

JK: It does not bode well for later tonight….how is anyone going to manage to keep Ojore down for a three count, let alone try and make him submit? Reborn threw his all at the big man, and looking at him you wouldn’t even be able to pinpoint a dent in his armour…

DF: There were times when Reborn hurt him, of that I am sure, but never enough to get the victory…..Robin Reborn can hold his head high, a heck of an effort….but he shouldn’t dwell too much…he has about six and a half hours to heal up for tonight’s main event…

Ojore stands on the top of the stage and he looks around at the packed out Coliseum before turning his back and exiting into the back. Reborn is sitting up the ring, still groggy, but he nods to the referee that he is ok, and a huge ovation from the crowd brings a disappointed smile to his face.

JK: Reborn can be proud of his efforts, but right now he was no match for the might of Ojore…nothing to be down on himself about, I’m not sure anyone can match up to the Anarchy Champion right now…

DF: Well EWF better hope there is someone in their ranks who can, because if they can’t….this war is over…

JK: FEAR take a 1-0 lead in the race for the final stipulation pick…..one more victory and they are guaranteed, EWF need a fightback…

Official result: Ojore via pinfall
Match time: 20 minutes 32 seconds

*We go backstage and Liam Wood and Jimmy Phillips are watching on the monitor as Robin Reborn is attended to by medics

Wood: Not a good start…

Phillips: We knew going against Ojore was going to be tough, but Reborn showed guts….and he definitely weakened the monster…

Wood: But at what cost…

*Phillips shrugs his shoulders

Phillips: We can’t afford to think like that, we still have two matches left this afternoon…all still to play for, you take care of the 6 man….and I’ll take care of Conrad..

Wood: I know you want retribution but just watch out, he is a sneaky s.o.b…I found out first-hand..

Phillips: I’ll keep a watch…

*Jason Sparxz and Thunder appear at the door

Thunder: You ready, Liam?

*Wood nods and climbs to his feet, heading for the door.

Phillips: Good luck guys…

*The crowd cheer as the EWF superstars head out of sight.

*We change scene and Drake Callihan is watching the final moments of the Ojore/Reborn match. He has a smile on his face.

Callihan: That’s the dominance we want to see….that is our key to victory…

*Kelsey Callihan is shown sat on the opposite side of her father’s desk

Kelsey: And you think he is still on our side?

Callihan: Princess, Ojore is as much as a member of FEAR as I am, I have no doubts in him….

Kelsey: He almost throttled my Alex…

Callihan: A minor blip…

Kelsey: And he tried to kill Costello…

Callihan: I’m not complaining about that…

Kelsey: I just know how much hard work everybody has put in….nobody can screw that up…

Callihan: Don’t you worry about it….Ojore is on side, he knows what is at stake tonight….he knows where the power lies…

*He looks back at the monitor again, gazing at Ojore’s immense power

Callihan: With Ojore in this kind of mood, I am more confident that I have ever been before….as long as the rest of FEAR follow suit, this should be nothing more than a walk in the park…

*Callihan pours himself a drink as the scene changes

*The cameras switch on in the lobby area of the Elite Coliseum and we see footage of a hooded figure entering the area. The cameras pan in and get a good shot of a unshaven, weary looking Dario Machiavelli. He is dressed in all black but there is no sign of a FEAR logo as he ignores everyone around him and is seen entering the West Wing of the building, the area that has been reserved for FEAR members.

JK: Machiavelli is here….

DF: But how on earth is he going to get on the same page as his teammates…..they can’t stand him…

*Machiavelli is shown heading for Drake Callihan’s office as we go back to ringside

Match 2
Liam Wood/Jason Sparxz/Thunder vs Enforcer/Tyler Roth/Alex Garcia

JK: One match down on this historic night but these contests are coming thick and fast…huge six man tag team action up next…

DF: EWF desperately need to fire back after Ojore defeated Robin Reborn….if we lose this match then the stipulation pick belongs to FEAR….

JK: I’m confident for this one, our team is jam packed full of talent…

Red pyros shoot high into the air as “Saturday night” blasts out of the PA system, bringing the arrival of FEAR to proceedings. Enforcer is standing in front, looking deeply focused, as Alex Garcia and Tyler Roth flank him either side. They all smirk at the boos from the crowd in attendance and then begin to make their way down to the ringside area.

JK: FEAR know they are on the cusp…not only are they one victory away from securing the final stipulation, but they are also just seven hours or so away from potentially putting EWF out of business…

DF: A feat that will cement these guys’ names in the history books forever more…they stand on the brink of an eternal legacy…

FEAR make their way down to the ring and they circle around in different directions before climbing onto the apron and inside the ring. Enforcer stands in the front of Garcia and Roth, staring straight up at the entranceway as the lights dim and “Heroes are hard to find” roars out to a standing ovation.

JK: And here comes the cavalry…

DF: Amazing reception for the EWF soliders….

Green fireworks begin to shoot up into the air as Thunder comes marching out onto the stage, his eyes glowing with determination. He nods his head in appreciation of the fans’ support and then begins to walk down the ramp.

JK: Thunder was so disappointed not to get his world championship shot last week…

DF: It was a dream come true for this man when he thought he was going to challenge for the richest prize in this business, only for it to be snatched away from him…

JK: He will get a second opportunity later tonight…but before that he fights solely for EWF, fighting to keep our chances alive…

Thunder reaches out and slaps the hands with the fans in the front row before stopping in the aisleway to look up at the FEAR members. He brushes his hair out of his face and lets out a deep breath as a blue thunderbang erupts from the front of the stage and then “Lose yourself” blasts out.

DF: Huge ovation for the former world champion…

JK: Jason Sparxz returned to action a couple of weeks ago and he immediately got himself involved in the EWF/FEAR war….he vowed to fight for this company to the end…

DF: And what a return it would turn out to be if he was to leave tonight as the saviour of EWF and the new world champion…

JK: Could be a dream come true…

Sparxz bounces down the ramp and slaps the hands of the fans before going across to Thunder and he claps him on the shoulder. Both me take a look up at FEAR and they smile as flames explode from the stage top and then “606” screams out to a deafening response…

DF: Here comes one of the co-captains…Liam Wood has promised to deliver like never before tonight…

JK: Five months Liam Wood has been the TV Champion, a belt that means a lot to him…but how much would it mean to this young man if he was able to save this company tonight and walk away as the world champion?

DF: I think it would define what Viper is all about….he has worked so hard for this company since day one…

JK: And he is all fired up for this match, especially after Alex Garcia and Tyler Roth targeted Emmy last week…

DF: I don’t think that was a wise decision from FEAR, making Wood angry is a very bad choice indeed…

Wood, the TV Title strapped around his waist, makes his way out onto the stage and he surveys the atmosphere in front of him. He then slowly begins to walk down the ramp, joining Thunder and Sparxz at the base of the ring. All three men touch knuckles as Rick Ambrose lifts up his mic…

JK: I almost forgot that this match will have a stipulation…

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall….and it will be contested under TEXAS TORNADO RULES!

*Crowd cheer

DF: This is going to be bedlam…

JK: Tornado rules assigned….that means all six of these men can be in the ring at once…

DF: Heck of a job for this referee….look at this carnage already…

The EWF superstars all look at each other and then they dive into the ring and take the fight to their FEAR counterparts. Thunder and Enforcer begin to brawl as Wood slams a knee into Roth’s stomach and pummels the big man back into the corner. Alex Garcia slams a forearm into Sparxz’ face and tries to whip him across the ring, only for Sparxz to fly back with a handspring elbow takedown…

JK: EWF need to take control from the start….

Garcia gets back up and Sparxz dropkicks him through the ropes to the outside as Wood ducks a Roth clothesline and then launches the big man through the air with a belly to belly suplex. Thunder is launching hard kicks into Enforcer’s stomach in the corner before running off the opposite ropes and sprints back into a diving splash…

DF: EWF are roaring to start this match….FEAR haven’t adapted…

Enforcer staggers out and Liam Wood charges into him with a huge clothesline before he and Thunder drag Big E and deliver a double suplex. There is a flash as Jason Sparxz sprints past his teammates and dives over the top rope, senton splashing onto Alex Garcia on the outside…

Crowd: That was awe-some x5

JK: Jason Sparxz throwing caution to the wind….

Sparxz gets back to his feet and he jumps into the air before spinning around and landing a legdrop across the throat of Garcia. He then makes his way over to the ringside barrier and climbs up on top as Tyler Roth slides from the ring and Sparxz jumps toward him…

DF: Risk too far, Roth caught him easily…

Roth catches Sparxz in his arms and prepares to nail a fall away slam as Thunder baseball slides under the bottom rope and slams into Roth’s back, sending him crashing to the floor. In the ring, Liam Wood beckons Enforcer up before kicking him in the stomach…

JK: VIPER…

Enforcer struggles and then swipes the legs of Wood, slingshotting him toward the corner. Wood shows his athleticism to land on the ropes, though, and he jumps up top before twisting around in midair, taking Big E with a crossbody………………………………….1…………………………..2……………………Enforcer gets his shoulder up.

DF: It is so difficult to keep up with what is going on….we have superstars all over the place…

Thunder has pulled Tyler Roth around to the announce area and slams his head off the EWF table before pushing him back toward the ring and diving forward for a superkick…

JK: Roth reacted so quickly there….

Roth ducks the kick and he lifts Thunder up onto his shoulders before letting out a roar and detonating with an F-5 that sends Thunder slamming head-first into the ringpost. The crowd are stunned as Thunder is face down on the outside, not moving…

DF: That one move just changed the entire landscape of this match…

JK: EWF are down to two men for the foreseeable future, we have a handicap situation to deal with now…

Jason Sparxz climbs up onto the apron and he springboards into the ring, dropkicking Enforcer in the back and sending him into a spinebuster from Wood………………………1…………………………..2………………..Alex Garcia breaks up the count. Jason Sparxz pulls Garcia up and pushes him back into the corner before chasing in and landing a hard shining wizard. He then grips Sparxz head and tries to run him out into a bulldog but Garcia pushes him away…

JK: SPEAR!

More groans from the crowd as Tyler Roth almost runs right through Sparxz with the sickening spear, sending him rolling away in a lot of pain. Liam Wood quickly takes up the reigns, hammering Roth back with right hands but Garcia jumps on Viper’s back, trying to lock in a sleeper.

DF: Wood is getting mugged now….not a lot he can do….

JK: He’s trying to fight them, but I don’t like his chances…

Wood manages to stagger back into the corner and he slams all his bodyweight into Garcia, squashing him against the turnbuckle. But Tyler Roth then runs in and plants his boot right into Wood’s gut, winding him, before whipping him out and straight into a solid big boot from Enforcer.

JK: Things are not looking good for the TV Champion now….

Enforcer slaps Wood across the back of the head and then all three members of FEAR begin to brutally stomp down on the EWF man, the boots connecting with every part of his body until he slumps down on the mat with no fight left. The referee is trying to help but Enforcer scares him away and then they drag Wood back to his feet….

DF: Thunder is down on the outside, Sparxz is in a lot of pain on the apron and now Liam Wood is about to feel the wrath of FEAR…

JK: This is as about “perfect” as it could be for FEAR right now, they have one of EWF’s co-captains at their mercy….

Enforcer backs into the corner and he sits on the top rope as Garcia and Roth lift Liam Wood up into the air and carry him to the turnbuckle, placing him on the shoulders of Big E. The crowd watch on in horror as Enforcer prepares to jump…

DF: The end is nigh….

JK: Wood’s going for a ride….

Jason Sparxz suddenly flies over the top rope with a double clothesline that takes Garcia and Roth off their feet, drawing cheers from the crowd. The momentary distraction allows Wood to hammer fists down into the top of Enforcer’s head and then he falls backwards….

DF: FRANKENSTEINER!

JK: Incredible…

Wood pulls Enforcer into the top rope hurricanrana and the crowd go wild as they impact into the canvass. Enforcer is completely flat out in the middle of the ring as Jason Sparxz leaps up onto the top rope and takes his chance….

JK: LIGHTNING STRIKE!

DF: It’s over…

The frogsplash connects with full force and Sparxz hooks the leg……………………………1………………………….2………………………………thr-Garcia breaks up the pinfall at the final moment!

DF: Alex Garcia bringing one hell of a reprieve for FEAR….

Garcia slams fists into Sparxz’ back as he drags him up and tries to suplex him, only for Sparxz to float over the back and then score with a backdrop driver…………………….1…………………….2………..Tyler Roth drags Sparxz off the cover by his foot. Sparxz tries to kick out with his free leg but Roth catches that aswell before stomping down on the EWF man’s stomach and then he twists his legs over each other and turns him on his stomach…

JK: Brock Lock….this could be all over for Jason Sparxz….

Sparxz is yelling out in agony as Roth applies the submission hold in the centre of the ring, sending serious pain all through his opponent’s body. The legs are contorted and the strain on the back is serious as Roth drags back on Sparxz’ head at the same time….

DF: Sparxz is going to have to tap, he has no choice…

JK: VIPER LOCK!

The crowd suddenly break out into cheers as Liam Wood staggers around and he seizes Roth’s arms from behind, tying him up in the full nelson submission. He drags Roth away from Sparxz and is really pushing down on the back of the big man’s neck, forcing him to his knees….

JK: Liam Wood just will not be denied…..and he might just make Roth give up…

DF: Would be a hell of a statement…

Wood’s face is full of determination as he continues to push down on the back of Roth’s neck, forcing him closer to the ground. The referee is kneeling down and asking Roth if he wants to quit but the FEAR man is shouting “No” at the top of his voice….

JK: Roth will not break easily…

DF: Everyone has a breaking point, everyone….

JK: SUNSET HEIGHTS!

The crowd boo as Alex Garcia comes out of nowhere and he plants Liam Wood with the zigzag neckbreaker in the middle of the ring. Garcia nods his head with smug satisfaction and makes the cover…………………….1………………………………..2…………………….Wood kicks out!

DF: It’s not enough…..Garcia is going to need more than that….

Garcia gets back up and he pushes his hair out of his face as he beckons Wood to get back up. Garcia is trash talking his foe as he stalks him and then he flips him the bird and kicks him in the gut….

JK: CATALINA WINEMIXER…

Garcia looks to score with his patented stunner but Wood puts the brakes on and manages to push Garcia away to the ropes, pressing him in the air as he comes back…

DF: WORLD EATER!

JK: He got all of it….

Wood drives his knee up into the face of Garcia as he comes down, leaving the FEAR man completely flat out on the mat. The cheers are deafening as Wood staggers forward to the make the cover…

DF: Liam Wood leading EWF to victory…

JK: FACECHECK!

The boos are suddenly echoing all around as Enforcer comes sprinting out of nowhere and almost decapitates Wood with the flying forearm to the face. He makes his way over with a quick nod of the head and hooks both of Viper’s legs…
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JK: THUNDER!

The flashbulbs go off as Thunder comes flying from the top rope and lands a beautiful legdrop across the back of Enforcer’s neck, breaking up the pinfall. Thunder then gets back up to his feet and he drags Big E up by the head….

DF: Thunder to the rescue of EWF…

JK: I thought he was done for…

DF: He’s a modern-day superhero……TEQUILA BOMB!

Thunder flips Enforcer up for the powerbomb but Enforcer drops down off the back and he runs the ropes before sprinting back and jumping through the air…

DF: FACE….BOOM!

*Crowd cheer

Enforcer looks for the flying forearm but Thunder reacts athletically by leaping into the air and catching Big E with a codebreaker. He quickly crawls across and covers………………………1……………………………2……………….Enforcer just manages to get his shoulder up.

JK: What a match this is….all of these men are going hell for leather…

DF: They may want to think about conserving a little energy, because they still have the main event to come….

Enforcer staggers back up and Thunder lifts him onto his shoulders before nailing a rolling fireman’s slam. Thunder then makes his way over to the corner and he climbs the ropes to the top of the turnbuckle before jumping off….

JK: Moonsault…

DF: He got it….

Thunder lands the terrific moonsault across the chest of Enforcer and he makes the pin……………………1……………………………………..2………………….Tyler Roth makes the save.

JK: FEAR needed that because Thunder was ready to finish it…

Roth quickly gets up and he tries to lift Thunder onto his shoulders for another F-5 but Thunder drops down off the back and nails a Russian legsweep as Jason Sparxz climbs to the top rope and jumps off….

DF: BIG SPLASH!

Sparxz lands the splash and covers……………………….1………………………2……………………Roth powers out. Thunder quickly seizes Roth by the head and he shows great strength to lift Roth onto his shoulders as Sparxz climbs out onto the apron….

JK: Thunder thinking Tequila Bomb….

DF: I think this one is going to have a twist….OH YES!

Crowd: Holy (beep) x10

Thunder holds Roth in the powerbomb position as Sparxz springboards from the top rope and he lands a sickening front dropkick to the face as Thunder slams Roth down onto the canvass at the same time….
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JK: FEAR will not quit, they will not go quietly….

Enforcer and Thunder brawl with each other before Big E slams his knee into the stomach of Thunder and whips him into the corner. He follows in with a diving splash but Thunder moves out of the way and sends Enforcer crashing against the turnbuckle. Thunder then runs off the opposite ropes and sprints back….

DF: SPEAR….

Enforcer sidesteps and he uses Thunder’s momentum to push him away, sending him crashing into Jason Sparxz. Enforcer then runs off the ropes and comes sprinting back….

JK: FACE…

Thunder drops down and pulls the top rope, sending Enforcer flying over to the outside. He then turns back around and sees Alex Garcia staggering up….

DF: Thunder knows he has a big chance to end it here….ROCK-BOTTOM!

Garcia lands three solid headbutts to the face of Thunder and then spins out and nails a tiger suplex……………………1………………………..2…………………..Thunder gets his shoulder up. They get back up and Garcia kicks Thunder in the stomach….

JK: CATALINA….

Thunder pushes Garcia away to the ropes and then runs after him but Garcia ducks the clothesline, causing Thunder to change tactic and he jumps over the top rope….

DF: INCOMING!

The crowd roar as Thunder dives over the top and he slams into Enforcer on the outside, sending them both back and clattering into the ringside barrier. Garcia is looking at both men on the outside, slightly confused and then he turns back around….

JK: VIPER DROP!

The crowd scream in delight as Liam Wood boots Garcia in the stomach and then plants him with the pedigree……….he rolls him over and hooks the leg…
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DF: SUPERKICK!

Jason Sparxz flies back into view and he lands the stiff superkick to the jaw of Roth as the referee’s hand comes down to the mat for a third time……………………………3!

JK: We got it….

The cheers ring out around the Coliseum as “666” screams from the speakers and Liam Wood, Thunder and Jason Sparxz are declared the winners of the match. Wood and Sparxz touch knuckles as the referee raises their arms in victory and then Thunder rolls back into the ring to join the celebrations…

DF: What a topsy-turvy match, could have gone either way….but the EWF warriors showed their grit, their will to survive and conquer….hopefully that is a big sign of things to come for later this evening…

JK: A mega momentum boost….EWF tie up the score at 1 each with the final stipulation pick for War Games still up for grabs…all attention now turns to the deeply personal Mike Conrad/Jimmy Phillips bout….

DF: Whoever wins that match will give their team the advantage heading into the main event…

JK: Is there such a thing as an “advantage” in War Games?

DF: Not much of one, but any advantage is welcome….

The members of EWF climb from the ring and they celebrate with the fans in the front row as Alex Garcia and Tyler Roth are still slumped in the middle of the ring. Enforcer is standing on the outside, shaking his head with anger and disappointment as he watches his rivals disappear.

JK: Enforcer does not look happy at all…

DF: He fought a great fight, and he probably feels his teammates let him down a little…..FEAR are going to need to up their game later tonight because EWF are looking good right now…

Official result: Liam Wood/Thunder/Jimmy Phillips via pinfall
Match time: 12 minutes 13 seconds

*We head backstage and Jimmy Phillips is shown watching the end of the six man tag match with a smile on his face before picking up his hoody and walking out of the locker-room. He bumps into Hugh Cartwright, who is waiting for an interview.

Cartwright: Sorry to bother you Jimmy, I know you have a match…I just wanted to get a word on this historic day?

Phillips: Go ahead…

Cartwright: Obviously in the first two matches today we have seen one victory for FEAR, one for EWF….that means your upcoming match with Mike Conrad will be the decider in which team gets the final stipulation pick….what does that mean in relation to tonight’s War Games match? Do you feel the pressure to get this deciding victory?

Phillips: In all honesty, I don’t think the pressure could increase any more than it already is. Tonight is the biggest match of my career, all of our careers….and whichever team wins, the other dies….so yeah, the pressure is on.

But in terms of who gets the final stipulation pick, although it would be a bonus….it doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. We need to win War Games, it really is that simple….and a stipulation choice isn’t going to help us achieve that….

But in saying that, this upcoming match with Mike Conrad means a heck of a lot to me, I have wanted this match ever since he turned his cowardly back on me and EWF….so you’ll see no first gear antics from me, no saving of energy….I’ll be going full throttle, straight for the kill…

*The crowd roar

Cartwright: Have you heard from Daniel Magnusson or his family today?

Phillips: We had a conference call with Sofia Magnusson yesterday afternoon….she wished us luck and told us that her husband is recovering….our wishes go out to him and tonight we will hopefully secure a victory that will make them all very happy…

Cartwright: And just a quick mention, because right now it seems like Team EWF has only five members….do you have a sixth man lined up?

Phillips: I wouldn’t worry about it….everything is in hand…

*He smirks and the crowd cheer

Phillips: I need to get going…

Cartwright: Good luck in your match….

*Phillips nods in appreciation and then leaves the scene

*We change course and Ojore is shown sat by himself in a private room, staring at the walls around him. The message “Jus Ad Bellum” is still scrawled behind him and his breathing is slow and methodical. A slow rap comes against the door but Ojore does not blink, nor does he move. The door slowly begins to open and there is a pause before Ojore’s eyes open and he looks up.

???: Long time…

*Dario Machiavelli and Ojore stare at each other for a good minute before Machiavelli closes the door behind him.

Machiavelli: I don’t have a lot of time…and I can’t guarantee that you’ll listen to what I have to say….but I didn’t come back here tonight to be a martyr and I didn’t return to join the festivities…

*Ojore does not answer, he just looks at his former leader. Machiavelli kneels down in front of Ojore.

Machiavelli: I came to set you free…

*Ojore’s eyes pierce into Machiavelli, almost searching his soul, and then Dario points up to the message on the wall. Slowly, Ojore turns his head and stares at the motto and then back at Machiavelli, who smiles and nods his head.

Match 3
Jimmy Phillips vs Mike Conrad

JK: The last stipulation pick for War Games comes down to this match right, arguably the most personal and intense feud since the inception of EWF…

DF: Mike Conrad and Jimmy Phillips were best friends, united by their common enemy in FEAR….they became inseparable, almost like brothers….and then Mike Conrad turned his back on his friend, sided with FEAR…something I don’t think Jimmy Phillips will ever be able to forgive…

JK: It was one month ago when Mike Conrad turned his back on Jimmy Phillips and ever since he has managed to elude Phillips in combat…tonight Phillips will finally get his chance for revenge….

DF: I’m anticipating utter mayhem…

The boos begin to echo out as “Schizophrenic” hits the PA system, signalling the entrance of Mike Conrad. Pyros shoot off into the air, exploding in a cloud of smoke, before Conrad makes his way out onto the stage, a dark look on his face.

JK: Just ten days ago Mike Conrad showed his improvement since joining FEAR when he scored a pinfall over Liam Wood…he proved that he is a serious threat to the future of this company, but on the other hand I have never seen Jimmy Phillips so fired up….he wants his pound of flesh tonight and I think he will do whatever it takes to get it…

DF: Conrad is a tough, mean son of a b1tch…but Phillips is too…..there might not be a lot left of either man by the time we get to War Games tonight…

Conrad rolls under the bottom rope and he brushes his shaggy hair from his face as he climbs up on the turnbuckle. The crowd boo ferociously as he points to the “FEAR” logo on his vest and then jumps down into the middle of the ring. He paces back and forth before “Cold Ash” blasts out and the crowd inside the Coliseum go wild…

JK: What an ovation for the EWF co-captain….

The music continues to blare as Jimmy Phillips pushes out onto the stage, a look of deadly determination etched over his features. He walks from one side of the stage to the other, drinking in the atmosphere, before he lowers his hood and begins to walk down the ramp. He pauses at the base of the ring and unzips his top, throwing it to the fans, before gazing up and locking on eye contact with his rival.

DF: You can sense the hatred….you can feel it burning…

JK: This match is not going to be for the feint at heart…

Phillips slowly steps toward the ring and then he leaps up onto the apron, sending red pyros shooting high into the air and they explode over the ring. Phillips then climbs through the ropes and the referee stands in between him and Conrad…

JK: These two men do not want to wait around, they want to fight…

DF: And they are going to get their chance in just a few seconds…

The referee continues to keep both men away from each other as the cameras pan around to Rick Ambrose, who is listening intently into an earpiece. He nods his head in understanding before raising the mic to his mouth….

JK: Remember this match needs a stipulation…

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen………the following contest will be a FIRST BLOOD MATCH!

*Crowd pop

DF: Oh jeez….

Ambrose: In this match, the first superstar to make their opponent bleed will be declared victorious!

JK: As if these guys needed any more of an excuse to get violent….no pinfalls, submissions or disqualifications….this match ends one way and that is by busting your opponent wide open…

DF: This is going to be brutal…

Phillips and Conrad eye each other up after the announcement and then they go nose to nose in the middle of the ring. They stare into each other’s eyes and then the eruption happens as they begin to trade fists, rocking each other’s heads back with the impact. The referee just stands back and watches as both superstars swing for the fences…

Phillips’s punches: Crowd cheer
Conrad’s punches: Crowd boo

JK: This is just an old-fashioned throw down in the middle of the ring…

DF: They keep punching each other like that and the blood will start flowing any minute…

Phillips begins to get the upper hand and he rocks Conrad onto the balls of his feet before Conrad thumbs him in the eye to slow his momentum. He then throws a three punch combo and traps Phillips on the ropes before whipping him across the ring. Conrad looks for a clothesline as Phillips comes back but JP ducks underneath and runs the opposite side….

DF: WHAT A SHOULDER TACKLE!

The crowd cheer as Phillips takes Conrad off his feet with a huge flying shoulder tackle and then he beckons him back up and floors him with a clothesline. Conrad gets to his feet once again and Phillips slams him down on the mat before running off the ropes and returning with a leaping knee drop to the top of the head…

JK: Phillips targeting the head, trying to cause a cut…

Conrad gets back to his feet and Phillips throws him down with a belly to belly suplex before running at him and booting him hard in the side of the head. Conrad rolls into the corner and Phillips follows in with a sharp knee to the face before pulling Conrad out and hauling him into a gutwrench suplex….

DF: Phillips is showing his raw emotion at the beginning of this match, you can see how much Mike Conrad’s betray hurt him….

Conrad staggers back up and JP thunders into him with a clothesline, sending Conrad over the top rope to the outside of the ring. Phillips then climbs out after his opponent and jumps off the apron with an axe handle to the back…

JK: In just over six hours these men are going to be locked inside that demonic structure that is hanging high above the ring….that has to be weighing on their mind…

DF: Of course it is, the future of this very company is hanging in the balance…tonight will define the legacies of these men….

Phillips drags Conrad up and slams his face against the top of the ringside barrier before pulling him around and planting his head against the steel steps. Conrad staggers away and the referee checks to see he isn’t bleeding before Phillips lifts him up in a bearhug and runs him back, slamming his spine into the corner of the guardrail…

JK: Mike Conrad needs to try and find a way to combat Phillips, because right now The Talent is on the money…

Phillips sends punches into the back of Conrad as he follows him into the aisleway before pulling him back around and he suplexes him onto the hard floor, drawing cheers from the crowd in attendance. Phillips rakes his boot across the bridge of Conrad’s nose before walking back to the ring and he drags the steel steps away from corner…

DF: Jimmy Phillips looking to end proceedings….

The crowd watch on in anticipation as Phillips uses his strength to haul the steps up on his shoulders. He waits for Mike Conrad to get back up and then runs forwards, throwing the steps toward his head…

JK: This will bust him wide open….

BOOM!

Conrad ducks away at the final moment and the steps fly past him, bouncing across the floor. The impact sends Phillips off balance and allows Conrad to run into the back of Phillips and push him face-first into the ringpost….

DF: Is he cut?

Phillips staggers away, holding his face, and the referee follows him to get a look but there is no visible cut. Conrad follows up with a running boot to the back of JP and then connects with a swinging neckbreaker on the hard flooring….

JK: Best thing for Conrad is to try and end this match as quickly as he can…stop Phillips from gaining momentum…

Conrad staggers over to the apron and he drags it up, pulling a silver shovel from underneath. He then turns back and waits for Phillips to start standing up, jamming the end right into JP’s gut….

DF: This could turn nasty…

Phillips doubles up in pain as Conrad slips the shovel underneath his neck and drags it back against his windpipe, choking him. The referee can only stand back and watch as Conrad continues to keep the pressure on his opponent’s throat…

JK: If he makes Phillips pass out then he can do whatever the hell he likes to him…

DF: This match will be Conrad’s for the taking…

Phillips answers back with hard elbows to the stomach of Conrad and then he turns out and pushes him away toward the ringside barrier before running at him…

JK: LOOKOUT!

Conrad sidesteps and uses Phillips’ momentum to throw him over the top of the barrier into the front row of the crowd. Conrad then bangs the shovel against the metal barrier as he waits for Phillips to stand back up….

DF: He’s going to try and crush JP’s skull…

Phillips uses the barrier to pull himself up and Conrad lifts the shovel over his head before launching it back down toward his cranium….CRACK!....Phillips moves at the last second and then he tugs the shovel out of Conrad’s hand before jawbreakering Conrad across the top of the railing…

JK: Phillips will fight with everything he has to get retribution here tonight….

Conrad staggers back into the ring apron as Phillips climbs back over the railing and runs a vicious knee to the gut of MC. He then rolls Conrad back into the ring and he jumps up on the apron before slingshotting himself over the top into a solid forearm to the face…

DF: Did that cut?

JK: No, still no blood…

Conrad’s face is unmarked as Phillips welcomes him back up and throws him with a t-bone suplex. Conrad gets back up and Phillips demonstrates his power by bench pressing his former friend in the air, dropping him down on his face….

JK: Phillips doesn’t care where the blood comes from, he just wants to see it flow…

Conrad stumbles back up and Phillips rattles him with straight right hands before whipping him off the ropes, drilling him with a spinebuster as he comes back. Phillips then gives a signal to the crowd as he climbs back to the outside and folds up a steel chair….

DF: This will draw some blood…

JK: Mike Conrad is about to feel the force of Phillips’ anger…

Phillips rolls back into the ring with the steel chair in hand and he waits for Conrad to get back up before he swings the chair toward his skull…

DF: Narrow miss…

JK: DUSTBUSTER!

Phillips misses with the chair shot and then he turns back around into the attempted RKO but manages to counter with a Russian legsweep. Phillips then gets back up and he makes a grab for the steel chair once more…

DF: Conrad got lucky once….lightning may not strike twice…

Conrad is getting back up as Phillips twirls the chair in his hand and then lashes it across his enemy’s back. Conrad goes down like a ton of bricks and Phillips hammers the chair down twice more for good measure…

JK: This has to feel fantastic for Jimmy Phillips…

DF: But he needs the victory, retribution will not be complete without it…

Conrad rolls away to the corner and tries to recover but Phillips jabs the chair into his gut and then slams the chair against Conrad’s face, resting it against him in the corner. Phillips looks around at the cheering fans and then runs off the opposite ropes, returning with a solid kick against the chair….CRACK!

JK: That will surely have made Conrad bleed?

Conrad drops down and rolls from the ring in a heap as Phillips orders the referee to go out and check if he is bleeding. The official clambers from the ring and he kneels down next to Conrad, who is against the ring apron, and then the referee stands up and shakes his head…

DF: No cut…..the match continues…

JK: Conrad holding on by a thread…

Phillips looks a little surprised but he climbs from the ring and begins to kick Conrad in the side of the head, trying to finish the job. He then drags his opponent back up and throws him in the ring before following….

DF: Conrad might be regretting his choice to turn on Jimmy Phillips now….

JK: No turning back from what that man did….

Conrad tries to climb up but Phillips knocks him down with a clothesline before walking to the corner and he begins to untie the padding from around the turnbuckle. Conrad slowly climbs to his feet and Phillips knees him in the stomach and clubs him across the back before running him in…

DF: Heading for the exposed steel….

Conrad gets his foot up at the final moment and blocks the impact before elbowing Phillips in the ribs and then he rakes his eyes. Phillips staggers away, temporarily blinded, and Conrad runs him out and bulldogs him right ontop of the steel chair…

JK: That could have ended this match…

The crowd look worried as Phillips’ face is ploughed straight into the steel on the canvass and he rolls away in agony. The referee quickly moves over to inspect but there is no drawn blood, leaving the match open to continue…

DF: No blood….Phillips survives,….

JK: Both men living dangerously….

Conrad picks the chair up and he drives it into the stomach of Phillips three times, knocking him back into the corner. He then proceeds to stomp a mudhole in his opponent before grabbing his arm and whipping him toward the exposed steel….

DF: That had to hurt….

JK: Phillips did the right thing, even if it did hurt….

Phillips is aware that he is about to hit the exposed steel so he throws himself into a forward roll and drills himself against the middle turnbuckle instead, slumping him on the deck. Conrad then throws the chair down in the middle of the ring and he beckons Phillips to get up….

DF: Conrad thinks he has Phillips weak enough to end this now…

JK: I wouldn’t be so sure….

DF: DUSTBUSTER!

JK: MASTERLOCK!

The crowd cheer as Phillips counters the RKO into a full nelson submission, but the jubilation quickly turns to anger as Conrad flicks his heel behind and nails a low-blow. Phillips staggers away in agony and Conrad grabs his head and runs him forward…BOOM!

DF: Right off the exposed steel….Phillips must be cut to ribbons…

The impact echoes all around as Phillips hits the deck and rolls to the outside of the ring in pain. He stumbles into the ringside barrier and holds his face as the referee climbs out to check on him. A few moments pass before the referee looks up and shakes his head…

JK: I can’t believe that Phillips isn’t cut from that shot…

DF: He must have thick skin…

Conrad looks in disbelief and throws caution to the wind as he begins to scale the ropes to the top of the turnbuckle. He looks down to the outside and then dives off into a flying crossbody….

JK: NOBODY HOME!

Phillips rolls out of position as he scouts what is coming, sending Conrad slamming into the ringside barrier. He then allows Conrad to get up before lifting him onto his shoulders and he FU’s him across the steel steps…

DF: Oh my word…

Conrad writhes in agony on the floor, holding his back, but Phillips is in no position to wait around as he drags Conrad back up and dumps him in the ring. JP slides back in and he breathes deeply before running off the ropes, building a head of steam…..

JK: GAME-CHANGER!

DF: This is becoming a beating….

The crowd roar as Phillips almost separates Conrad’s head from his shoulders with the huge clothesline. Huge chants of “E-Dub-F” and “Jimmy Phillips” echo all around as The Talent pulls the steel chair into the middle of the ring and then he begins to stalk Mike Conrad, waiting for him to rise…

JK: Phillips may be waiting awhile for Conrad to get back up…

DF: He needs a move that is going to draw blood….I’m not sure what he has in mind will do the trick…

JK: He slams Conrad down hard enough on that chair then blood will pour from his back….

Conrad is slow and groggy, really feeling the effects of the match, but eventually he begins to get back up, stumbling straight into the path of a rampageous Jimmy Phillips….

DF: TOUCHDOWN!

The rock-bottom looks imminent but Conrad manages to elbow his way out of the position and then he jumps into the air…

JK: DUST…

Phillips puts the brakes on the RKO and he pushes Conrad away, causing him to knock into the referee and push him to the ground. Phillips then quickly reaches down and picks the steel chair up from the floor, swinging with all his might….

DF: What the….

Conrad ducks the chairshot and then quickly shuffles in his tights before throwing something at the head of Jimmy Phillips, causing bright red crimson to splash all over Phillips’ face. The referee gets back to his feet and he takes one look at the action and gives the call for the bell…

JK: Wait just a damn minute…

DF: This is not happening….surely not…

The crowd are booing furiously as Mike Conrad quickly rolls from the ring and punches the air with delight. Jimmy Phillips is looking around in shock, wiping the liquid from his face and asking the referee what the hell is happening.

JK: Jimmy Phillips in complete shock….he is gobsmacked…

DF: Of course he is….this match is supposed to end when one superstar is bleeding, and neither of them are…

JK: The referee had his back turned, he was down from the impact with Mike Conrad and when he turned around he saw a red substance over Phillips’ face…he thought it was blood and he made a decision…it was the wrong one but it is hard to blame the official, he didn’t know…

DF: Mike Conrad damn well cheated his way to victory here….this is disgusting…

JK: He knew he couldn’t beat Phillips fairly and this is the sort of (beep) he has to resort to….

Phillips is desperately trying to show the referee that he doesn’t have a cut but the referee is waving him away and refusing to change his decision. Mike Conrad is just standing in the aisleway, gazing back at Phillips with a smirk.

DF: FEAR cheat their way to another victory and with this win they get the final stipulation pick for War Games..

JK: The advantage is in their hands….they have the momentum heading into the main event…

DF: A main event that is scheduled for around 8pm tonight, for this afternoon’s session folks we are out of time but check back in this evening for the climax of what has been one hell of a ride…EWF/FEAR it all ends tonight…one shall rise and one shall fall…either way, tonight we find out who the dominant force really is…

JK: It all comes down to this final battle…..one dies and one lives…but who is it going to be? We’ll see you in around six hours with the last of the buildup and of course the main event itself….Team EWF vs Team FEAR….it is War Games and it truly is the Day of Reckoning!

*The show goes off air with Mike Conrad and Jimmy Phillips staring one another down.

Official result: Mike Conrad wins
Match time: 14 minutes

*The show comes back on live and the crowd inside the Coliseum has grown to around the five thousand mark. Fans are stilling clambering through the doors as the cameras pan around the arena, showing the change of scenery. The production crew have been busy as a second ring has been assembled next to the first and the giant War Games cell has been lowered around both rings. All eyes are on the demonic structure that gleams in the spotlights. “Welcome to the end” is roaring from the speakers and a procession of pyros shoot into the air as we head around to Jonathan Kelly and Donovan Franklin situated at the EWF announce table.

JK: Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to EWF Day of Reckoning and as you can see….the moment has arrived….the end is finally upon us….

DF: The War Games cell has lowered around this ring and damn I have goosebumps, I have never seen anything like this in my life…

JK: Four tonnes of unforgiving steel….tonight twelve men will enter that cell and I really have no idea if any will walk away…..

DF: The war between EWF and FEAR has raged since day one in this promotion, way back in February…tonight it ends once and for all….one way or another tonight we gain our conclusion…

JK: Only one can survive….EWF or FEAR, it all comes down to this…every man and woman in the backstage area has their eyes locked on the monitors because this is what it is all about….if EWF lose then this is all over, FEAR will have all the power…but if EWF win then FEAR must disband for good….

DF: This is a match where stars can be born, legacies forges forever….but careers can also be ended, this is as risky as it gets…

JK: And don’t forget, that the last man to score a pinfall or a submission in this match is walking away as the world heavyweight champion….a swerve ball that may muddy the waters slightly…will personal glory get in the way of overall success? This is where we find out…

DF: So many questions to be answered….and as nervous as I am, I think it is about time we found out….we’ve waited too long….let’s do this…

*We head backstage and there is deafening boos from the crowd as Drake Callihan is stood in front of Team FEAR, who are all staring at him, hanging onto every word. Dario Machiavelli is sat away from the rest of his team, looking at the ground.

Callihan: This is it…..I don’t think words can do this moment justice….I don’t think a rousing speech is necessary, you all know what is expected of you….you all know that this is the moment you have worked so hard for…..you fail and you will never shake that tag for the rest of your life……this is your night….this is the night that FEAR rises and EWF falls…..

*Alex Garcia is nodding his head as Tyler Roth finishes wrapping up his hands. Ojore is leant against a locker, not looking at any of his “allies”.

Callihan: Whatever issues have arose in the past, tonight they mean nothing. We are as one….we work together, we conquer together. There is no “I” in team and tonight victory is a necessity….I don’t care who walks out with that world heavyweight championship and neither should you….what matters is that we win….FEAR is POWER!

*Ojore’s eyes do not blink as he continues to stare ahead. Machiavelli’s gaze does not move from the floor. Mike Conrad is seemingly in meditation as Enforcer is lacing his boots.

Callihan: Legends, each and every one of you, …that is the moniker that will apply when this night is over…your names will be synonymous with one of the greatest accomplishments in the modern-era, you will be titans among men…

You will be known throughout the land as the army that fought against the oppression of establishment and won….you will be known as the men who changed the landscape of this business, who ushered in a new era….the men who made professional wrestling relevant once more…

You know this and you do not need me to tell you….this is all about you, this is your moment….break their spirit, break their bones….you do to them what they will undoubtedly want to do to you…no retreat, no surrender…..FEAR rises….FEAR conquers!

*Enforcer suddenly stands up, his eyes blazing

Enforcer: I’m not going to make a speech…I’m not going to give a rallying call….I came here to cement my place as an icon, tonight is my chance…..just like it is each and everyone of your chances….if that isn’t all the incentive you need then there is nothing else to say….tonight EWF dies because there isn’t a chance in hell that I am going home empty handed…..tonight we change the game forever….

*Callihan claps enthusiastically

Callihan: Couldn’t have put it better myself….this is it….the beginning of the end…..no force of nature and no act of God can stop you now…..there is no turning back………….there is no tomorrow…

*Conrad stands up and walks beside Enforcer as Alex Garcia and Tyler Roth do the same thing. All eyes turn to Machiavelli, who slowly makes his way over to join the ranks and then Ojore, who gazes upon his comrades. There is an uneasy staredown before Ojore stands to his fullest height. Callihan nods as FEAR begin to troop out of the room. Callihan is left alone and a nervous bead of sweat begins to drip from his forehead.

*We change once more and the cheers explode from the crowd as Liam Wood, Jimmy Phillips, Thunder, Robin Reborn and Jason Sparxz are shown in the EWF quarters. All five men are dressed in their wrestling attire and they look ready for a fight. Reborn’s ribs are bandaged up but his eyes are alive with determination as Wood begins to speak.

Wood: Listen…

*All five men can hear the rallying call of the crowd

Wood: If that doesn’t hit the spot….if that noise isn’t your driving force tonight then there is the door….

*Nobody moves

Wood: Every single night those fans have supported this company, supported us…..and tonight we get the chance to repay that support, to show them that their faith was no misplaced…..tonight we get to give them a wrestling promotion to be proud of…..we get to breathe new life into those three letters….

Crowd: “Six….Dub……F” x10

*Team EWF listen to the thunderous ovation as Jimmy Phillips takes over

Phillips: We all know why we are here….every single last one of us has been put through the mill by FEAR…our lives turned upside down….but tonight it ends, tonight is the conclusion of a war that will never be forgotten….I don’t know about you guys, but I sure as hell didn’t come here to lose…

*The crowd pop

Phillips: I came here to fight, to shed every last drop of blood, sweat and tears I have…..lay it all on the line……to know that when this is all over I can hold my head high and say I did everything that I could….that I gave my all to make sure that EWF survived…

I know that the lure of the world heavyweight championship is one that appeals to each and everyone of us, I see it in your eyes that you crave it just like I do….but tonight is about much more than that, tonight is about survival….new hope….a fresh start and I will be damned if a championship is going to define the choices that I make….

My chance at glory will come again, but tonight, for me, is about doing whatever it takes to make sure EWF wins….the be all and end all of my target…..if I happen to be the last man standing and I walk out with the gold, so be it, but I wouldn’t begrudge any of you that opportunity either…..I just want you to know that isn’t my goal tonight…it’s about the victory and nothing else…

*Everyone nods

Reborn: I have one question?

*Everyone turns to look at Double R

Reborn: Has our partner arrived yet?

*Wood smirks

Wood: You know that guy has no sense of timing….I have no doubts he will be here…

*Reborn nods in acceptance

Wood: You guys don’t need me to make a speech…to make this obvious….we all know why we are here, why Daniel Magnusson picks us to represent EWF….we have been granted an unforgettable opportunity and I am honoured that of all the men I must walk side by side with into the depths of hell, it was each of you…

*There is a collective nod of agreement

Wood: Tonight is for Daniel Magnusson…..for the fans….for EWF….

*The crowd roar

Phillips: I say let’s do this……showtime!

*There is a roar from the Team EWF members as they touch knuckles and head out of the room

Main event
"End of the world"
War Games
(The superstar who gains the final pinfall/submission will be the EWF World Champion)
EWF vs FEAR
Liam Wood/Jimmy Phillips/Thunder/Jason Sparxz/Robin Reborn/??? vs Enforcer/Mike Conrad/Ojore/Alex Garcia/Tyler Roth/Dario Machiavelli


JK: This is it…

DF: I am feeling nauseous, I knew I would…

JK: This is it ladies and gentlemen….you may be about to witness the last ever match of Elite Franchise Wrestling….

DF: Or it could be the final time you see FEAR in action? One shall live and one shall die….welcome to the end of the world…..

*The cameras pan in on the giant structure that has been erected and then to Rick Ambrose, who is stood in the middle of the ring. His eyes are filled with trepidation as he stares at the ominous cell around him.

DF: Do we have any idea what final stipulation was picked by FEAR?

JK: I imagine Ambrose knows….hopefully we’ll hear about it now…

Ding ding

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the WAR GAMES MATCH!

*Ultra pop

Ambrose: In this match, one member of Team EWF and one member of Team FEAR shall begin. Every four minutes after a new superstar shall be selected at random to enter the match, with Team FEAR having the advantage. This process will continue until all twelve superstars have entered the match and during this time eliminations can occur. Eliminations can occur by pinfall or submission only and by the rulings of Drake Callihan and FEAR, these falls can count ANYWHERE!

DF: I guess we know their stipulation pick….

JK: That is a big call….pinfalls and submissions eligible anywhere….

Ambrose: The match shall continue until all members of one team have been eliminated…..the final superstar to score the winner fall will not only be victorious but they will be crowned the NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

*Crowd pop

Ambrose: And as if it needed to be said…whichever team is defeated shall be forced to disband FOREVER!

DF: I don’t think Rick Ambrose could have put it any better….everything and I mean everything is riding on this match…

JK: The world championship…the future of this company, of these two teams…..it is all on the line….

DF: Who is going to start the match?

Rick Ambrose wastes no time in climbing from the left-side ring and exiting the cell before all eyes turn to the entranceway. There is one referee inside the ring and a team of three to patrol the outside as “Seven nation army” echoes to a chorus of boos.

Rick Ambrose: Introducing first…………representing FEAR….from El Paso, Texas….weighing in at 230 pounds…….Alllleeeexxx Gaaarrcccciiiiaaa!

JK: This cocky S.O.B to kick things off for FEAR…

DF: Garcia is a fine athlete, on his day he is a big threat….but if we can knock him off early then we can overturn the advantage that FEAR have….

JK: Garcia was pinned early today in six man tag action but he will want to make amends for that….with Drake Callihan and his fiancé Kelsey watching with anticipation in the back, it is time for Garcia to back up his plethora of words…

DF: Time to walk the walk….

Garcia smirks as he swaggers down the ramp, trash talking the fans as he does. He then looks up at the cell in front of him, realisation finally setting in. He slowly paces forward and steps through the door, eyeing up his new surroundings….

JK: This structure will tame even the most violent of men…..how can you not be intimidated?

DF: The structure alone is scary, let alone the pressure on each of these superstar’s shoulders….

Garcia climbs into the ring and he looks around again at the glistening steel and then he begins to stretch against the ropes. Massive chants of “E-dub-f” ring all around and then the lights in the arena dim to dark.

JK; Who has drawn first pick for EWF?

*Crowd pop

DF: Oooh….this could be good….

Rick Ambrose: And his opponent……..representing Team EWF (Crowd pop)…………..from Hereford, England………weighing in at 257 pounds…………Thhhuuunnnnddddeeeeeeerrrr!

JK: The oncoming storm has arrived….massive opener for EWF..

Thunder stands on the stage as green pyros explode all around him and “Heroes are hard to find” blasts from the PA system. He slowly makes his way down the ramp, allowing the fans to reach over and slap him on the arms and shoulders, before stopping still and looking at the cell.

DF: Thunder came to the aid of this company just a month ago….and tonight he stands on the frontline, ready for the final frontier….the final battle…..the weight of the world on his shoulders…

JK: And for the next four minutes he has Alex Garcia all to himself…

DF: If Thunder can somehow manage to knock Garcia off in that time, fantastic, but if not then he will have to spend four minutes in handicap situation…..FEAR won the stipulation picks, they certainly have the advantage….

JK: EWF need to fight with all they have….do whatever we can to swing the pendulum back in our favour once more….

Thunder runs his hand along the steel and then walks through the door, drawing huge cheers from the crowd. He climbs onto the apron and then scales the turnbuckle, posing for the fans, before turning his attention to Alex Garcia, who is glaring back at him.

DF: The biggest moment in the history of this company….EWF and FEAR, it ends right now…

The crowd are going ballistic as Thunder jumps down into the middle of the ring and the referee stands between him and Alex Garcia. The two rivals stare into each other’s eyes as the noise from the fans continues to drone over everything else. The referee gives his final instructions and then the bell sounds, cheers erupting…

JK: And here we go…the moment we have all been waiting for….Team EWF/ Team FEAR….War Games…Day of Reckoning…

DF: This is the end baby…

Garcia and Thunder slowly circle each other before they lock up in the middle of the ring and jostle for position. Thunder quickly rolls for the go behind but Garcia spins out and armdrags Thunder to the mat. They get back up and they lockup again, this time Thunder twists the right arm of Garcia and yanks it before pushing him against the ropes and flooring him with a dropkick…

JK: These guys are going to have to try and pace themselves….they have already wrestled tonight and if they have aspirations of seeing this match out to the end they need to have enough energy to go for around an hour…

Thunder dives ontop of Garcia and tries to keep him grounded with a chinlock but Garcia wriggles free and crawls back to his feet. Thunder leapfrogs over the top of him and waits for Garcia to run back off the ropes before he hiptosses him to the mat….

DF: Thunder has to be thinking in the back of his mind though that in less than four minutes another member of FEAR will enter this match and things are going to start looking daunting for him….

Thunder dives ontop again and this time he succeeds in placing Garcia in a seated chinlock, keeping him pushed on the ground. Garcia tries to pull free but Thunder’s grip is firm and he wraps his legs around Garcia’s waist….

JK: Garcia will get frustrated if he can’t build any offense, smart tactics from Thunder…

DF: Maybe so, but moves like these are not going to put Garcia away…

Garcia manages to lift his hand up and slam punches back into the face of Thunder before turning out of the hold and scrambling back to his feet. He drives his knee into the stomach of Thunder as he rises and looks for a suplex but Thunder floats over the back and pushes Garcia off the ropes, taking him down with a sidewalk slam as he comes back……………………………..1………………………………..2……………………….shoulder up.

DF: That’s more like it…..make this guy work hard…

Garcia gets back up and Thunder suplexes him onto the mat before running the ropes and returning with a legdrop…………………….1………………………………2…………………….kickout. Thunder pulls Garcia up by the head and irish whips him into the corner before following in with a splash. He nails right hands to Garcia before lifting him onto the turnbuckle and he climbs up….

JK: Thunder taking this high-risk in the early going…

Thunder tries to hook Garcia into a superplex but Garcia lands bodyshots with a flurry and then manages to change his footing before jumping down onto the apron and pulling Thunder into a guillotine across the top rope. Thunder rolls back into the middle of the ring as Garcia walks along the apron and then springboards back in…

DF: SHINING WIZARD!

Garcia takes Thunder off his feet with the aerial assault and covers……………………….1……………………..2…………………shoulder up. Garcia gets ontop of Thunder and hammers in hard right hands before running off the ropes and returning with a huge leaping elbow drop…………………1………………….2………..kickout!

JK: Garcia enjoying some offense now…

DF: And if he is allowed too much then he could put Thunder in real trouble….

Thunder gets back up and Garcia dropsaults him into the corner before chasing in with a big clothesline. He lashes chops against the chest of Thunder and a steady course of forearms before whipping him off the ropes….

JK: Hurrican…

DF: TEQUILA….

Garcia looks for a hurricanrana but Thunder catches him on his shoulders and looks for his patented powerbomb, only for Garcia to roll down the back into a pinfall attempt……………1……………….2……………….shoulder up

JK: Garcia trying to steal one…

Garcia gets back up and tries to steal in with a yakuza kick but Thunder ducks under it and pushes Garcia into the corner before nailing a backdrop………………………..1………………………2…………….kickout. Thunder gets back up to his feet and he heads for the corner, climbing up the ropes to the top of the turnbuckle…

DF: Thunder throwing caution to the wind, I like that….

Thunder makes it to the top but Garcia is already starting to get up, thwarting the proposed legdrop. Thunder is forced to change tactic and jump into a solid dropkick to the face of his opponent………………………1…………………..2………………..Garcia gets his shoulder up again.

JK: Thunder is doing really well so far, but still a long way to go….

DF: And that clock is getting close to the next arrival…

Thunder pulls Garcia back up and he attempts a DDT but Garcia spins out and kicks Thunder in the stomach before grabbing his head…

JK: CATALINA…

Thunder counters the stunner into a bridging German suplex…………………….1…………………………….2……………………kickout. They get back up and Thunder boots Garcia in the stomach….

DF: TEQUILA….

Garcia swipes Thunder’s legs and tries to turn him over into a Texas cloverleaf but Thunder twists and turns, fighting with everything he has. Eventually he manages to swing his hips and sends Garcia flying across the ring with serious impact. Both men get back up and Garcia looks for a dropkick but Thunder catches his legs and slams him down….

JK: Sharpshooter….

Thunder tries to turn Garcia over onto his stomach but the FEAR man is determined to fight back, kicking out with a solid boot against the face of Thunder. Thunder staggers back into the corner and then Garcia chases in for a diving high knee but Thunder rolls away, sending Garcia crashing against the turnbuckle. He staggers back up and Thunder nails a belly to bell suplex that sends Garcia over the top rope from one ring into the next one…

DF: It is so weird seeing two rings side by side…

JK: I think it the only way we could get all of these men inside the cell tonight….

Thunder then uses the ropes to springboard into the second ring and he nails a flying leg lariat across the throat………………………..1…………………………………….2……………..shoulder up. Thunder gets back up and he drives a roundhouse kick against the temple of Garcia before he makes his way to the ropes again, this time climbing to the top before Garcia can rise….

DF: FLYING LEGDROP!

JK: Thunder loves the legdrop….

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DF: So close to knocking of Garcia…

JK: But you know he’ll hang on as much as he can….Thunder needs something bigger than that….

Garcia is groggy as Thunder pulls him into the corner and drives hard elbows into the back of his neck. Thunder stands onto the second rope and he begins to drag Garcia up the ropes with him as the clock begins to count down from ten…

DF: Cmon Thunder….

JK: It’s a race against time…

Garcia is proving a difficult weight to pull up the ropes as the counter gets down to five. All eyes are looking toward the entranceway….

DF: Three…..two….one….

The buzzer sounds just as Thunder manages to pull Garcia onto the first rope. “Til I collapse” blasts out and Tyler Roth comes sprinting down the rampway, ordering the referees to open the cell door.

JK: Cmon Thunder….just one more rope….

Roth flies through the door and into the first ring before rushing over to climb into the second one. Thunder has just manages to get Garcia onto the second rope but it is too late as Roth closes in, forcing Thunder to push Garcia back down onto his teammate….

DF: Thunder needs to survive the next four minutes…

Roth and Garcia hit the deck as Thunder climbs up onto the top rope and then he waits for them to rise before diving into the air and taking them both out with a flying crossbody. Garcia gets back up and Thunder throws him over the ropes to the outside of the cell, crashing him against the steel mesh, before turning his attention to Tyler Roth…

JK: Smart tactics from Thunder, try and take out Roth quickly to weaken him down…

Roth gets back up and Thunder nails a backheel kick to the stomach before running off the ropes and returning with a big boot to the side of Roth’s head. Roth staggers into the corner and Thunder follows in with a flying double knees to the chest before beckoning Roth out and kicking him in the stomach….

DF: TEQUILA BOMB!

Roth counters out with a backdrop and then he tries to take Thunder out with a brogue kick but Thunder ducks and springboards onto the ropes…

JK: Tornado….

Roth catches Thunder and lifts him into the air before nailing a stiff urange backbreaker. He then whips Thunder off the ropes and presses him into the air on the comeback before slamming him down on his face. Thunder staggers back up and Roth nails a full nelson slam…………………..1………………………………..2………………shoulder up.

DF: If Roth is able to catch Thunder with many more power moves then we could be in big danger of losing our first team member…

Roth pulls Thunder up by his hair and launches him into the corner before stomping a mudhole in his midsection. He drives hard elbows against Thunder’s chin before whipping him out of the corner, straight into a stiff dropkick from Alex Garcia.

JK: This is what I was concerned about….Garcia and Roth are a very good team and they will look to beat the fight out of Thunder now….

They drag Thunder back up and deliver a double suplex before Roth benches Garcia into the air and then slams him down ontop of Thunder………………………………..1…………………………….2………………………kickout. Garcia gets up and drops another elbow to the chest before Roth runs off the ropes and returns with a heavy splash………………1………………………………2…………………………shoulder up.

DF: This four minutes needs to hurry up and elapse….Thunder needs some backup…

Roth pulls Thunder back up and drives hard knees into his stomach before whipping him off the ropes and connecting with a big boot on the comeback. Garcia climbs onto the apron and nails a slingshot plancha before pulling Thunder up and pushing him into Roth….

JK: This could be the end of the road….F-5!

*Crowd cheer

DF: Thunder will not go down without a fight….

Thunder uses the swing of the F-5 to kick Garcia in the head and then counter Roth into a swinging DDT. He gets back up and beckons Garcia toward him before crunching him with a beautiful codebreaker…………………….1……………………………2………………Garcia just manages to get his shoulder up. Thunder crawls up and Roth runs at him…

JK: Over we go….

Thunder pulls down the top rope and sends Roth flying over the top to the outside. He then gets back up and runs to the opposite side before sprinting back…

DF: OH MY GOD!

Crowd: That was awe-some x7

JK: Thunder putting his body on the line for the survival of EWF….

Thunder returns and he front flips over the top rope into a senton splash that drives himself and Tyler Roth back into the wall of the cell. Both superstars are flat out on the floor as Alex Garcia rolls out of the ring and he waits for Thunder to get up before rushing him backwards into the solid steel frame of the cage….

DF: Thunder just cannot escape the number’s game, he is trying so hard but FEAR have the upper hand…

Garcia drives him back into the cage twice more before throwing him back inside the ring. The FEAR man then climbs onto the apron and begins to scale the ropes to the top before jumping off and driving a hard knee into the side of Thunder’s head. He crawls into a cover………………….1………………………2……………Thunder gets his shoulder up.

JK: if Thunder can just pull something out of left field, anything to knock one of these guys off…

DF: It doesn’t look likely right now…

Garcia pulls Thunder up and lifts him into a suplex position before dropping him down, stomach-first, across the top rope. Thunder just hangs there and then Roth grabs his legs from the outside and pulls him with serious force…..CRACK!

JK: Ouch…

Thunder flies back into the wall of the cell again and then drops down to his knees and then stomach. Roth stands ontop of him crushing Thunder underneath his bodyweight before dragging him back to his feet and scooping him onto his shoulders…

DF: Earlier today Tyler Roth sent Thunder flying into the ringpost…

JK: He wants a repeat performance….OH MY!

Thunder drops down off the back at the final second and he pushes Roth face-first into the ringpost. The big staggers around the outside groggily and then Thunder chases after him, diving through the air and dropkicking the steel steps right into Roth’s kneecaps…

DF: That’ll slow anyone down…

Roth is on the outside, slumped, as Garcia runs across the ring and dives into a baseball slide but Thunder catches his legs and spins him into a wheelbarrow position before launching against the cell wall…

JK: Amazing…

DF: Thunder just took out two members of FEAR in the blink of an eye….

Garcia is holding the back of his neck as Thunder drags him and throws him back into the ring. Thunder then pulls himself up onto the apron and he looks out at the crowd before leaping over the top rope…

JK: Another legdrop….

Thunder lands the legdrop and then in one motion he rolls into the corner and waits for Garcia to stand up. Garcia is dazed and confused as Thunder beckons him to stand and then sprints out toward him….

DF: SPEAR!

Cheers ring out as Thunder slams into Garcia and takes him down…………………………1…………………….2………………Tyler Roth pulls Thunder out of the ring and clatters the back of his head against the cell wall…

JK: There they go again….Thunder just cannot get away from FEAR…

DF: Here comes backup…

The crowd begin to cheer as the timer appears on the Hypertron and begins to count down from ten. Tyler Roth is choking Thunder against the cell with his boot but his eyes are locked on the entranceway…

JK: This will be very welcome for Thunder….

DF: But who is it going to be?

Three……Two……One……….Buzz!

JK: It’s the young daredevil….

DF: Robin Reborn is entering the warzone…

“Thrift Shop” blasts out and the crowd erupt as Robin Reborn comes darting out onto the stage. His ribs are heavily strapped but that does not stop him from sprinting down to the ring and diving straight into the cell….

JK: Reborn went through a hellacious Anarchy Rules match earlier today, but he still looks fired up…

DF: This youngster has a point to prove….

Reborn dives into the first ring and then he runs to the ropes and springboards over into the second ring, nailing a missile dropkick on Alex Garcia in the process. Tyler Roth rolls back into the ring and he tries to blindside Reborn with a brogue kick but Reborn ducks it and rattles off a stiff Pele….

JK: Robin Reborn working this crowd into a frenzy…

Roth staggers backward and Reborn follows up with a leaping enzeguiri to the temple, sending Roth back and into a seated position in the corner. He claps his hands together and the crowd follow his lead before he runs into the corner and scores with a bronco buster….

DF: Robin Reborn is bringing it tonight…..

Reborn rolls out of the corner and he takes Alex Garcia off his feet with a spinning heel kick before running to the ropes and diving into a springboard, backflipping into a perfect legdrop across Garcia’s throat. Garcia staggers back up and Reborn lifts him into an inverted atomic drop before whipping him off the ropes and nailing a standing dragonrana on the comeback………………………..1………………………………2……………………Tyler Roth breaks the cover!

JK: I think Reborn would have had the first pinfall of the night there….

Roth pulls Reborn up and he drives a hard knee against RR’s injured ribs before flipping him up onto his shoulders for a pumphandle slam….

DF: Cmon lads….

Thunder slingshots himself over the top rope and he ploughs his head into the midsection of Tyler Roth, causing him to drop Reborn to the mat. Thunder then scores with straight right hands and tries to whip Roth off the ropes…

JK: He hasn’t got the power for that…

Roth refuses to budge and then uses his own strength to pull Thunder towards him and scoop him up onto his shoulders….

DF: F-….

Reborn is back up and he dropkicks Roth in the back, sending he and Thunder crashing into the ropes. Thunder rolls out onto the apron as Roth slumps across the middle rope and Reborn runs off the opposite side….

JK: 619!

Reborn joins Thunder on the apron as he nails Roth with the slingshot kick to the face, sending the FEAR man staggering back to the middle of the ring. Reborn and Thunder look at each other before they both leap into a springboard….

DF: Overhang neckbreaker….

JK: SPEAR!

The crowd erupt as Reborn flies over the top of Roth and nails a neckbreaker as Thunder ploughs into his midsection with the spear………………………………1………………………………..2……………….Alex Garcia makes the save.

DF: No way was Roth getting up from that….

Garcia quickly lifts Reborn onto his shoulders and nails him with a fireman’s gutbuster before ducking a clothesline from Thunder and scoring with a tiger suplex…………………….1………………………2…………………….shoulder up. Garcia gets back up and he runs in behind Reborn…

JK: SUNSET HEIGHTS!

He looks for the zigzag neckbreaker but Reborn manages to shrug him off and then he waits for Garcia to get back up before crunching into his jaw with a big superkick. Garcia is completely flat out as Reborn makes his way to the corner and he begins to climb….

DF: Robin Reborn is not afraid to take risks….he will not hesitate to do the right thing…..450 splash!

Reborn spins off the top rope and he lands the 450 splash on Alex Garcia but the impact of the move hurts his ribs. Tyler Roth quickly moves and he grabs Reborn by the head before bench pressing him into the air and he walks him to the ropes…

JK: No, don’t do it…OH LORD!

Crowd: Holy (beep) x7

DF: That is a bad landing….

Roth lets out a roar and then he throws Reborn over the ropes and clattering into the cell wall. RR is motionless on the deck as Roth dusts off his hands and then turns around, straight into a solid boot to the stomach…

JK: TEQUILA…

Roth struggles against Thunder’s grip and then succeeds in swiping his legs before dropping back and slinging him into the corner. Thunder shows his athleticism by landing on the middle rope before jumping up top as Roth gets to his feet…

DF: Stylin’ DDT!

The crowd erupt as Thunder nails the moonsault/inverted DDT combo and covers………………………1……………………………..2…………………..Roth just barely gets his shoulder up off the mat. Thunder crawls up and he looks from Roth to Garcia and back again, wondering which one to target….

JK: Thunder has an opportunity here, both members of FEAR are hurting…

DF: if ever there was a time to strike lucky….

Garcia is stirring a little quicker and Thunder’s eyes lock on target as he waits for Garcia to stumble toward him. “Wildfire” eventually turns around and Thunder pulls him into position…

JK: Rock…

Garcia elbows his way free and then pushes Thunder into the corner and chases in with a big splash. He taunts the crowd as he climbs onto the ropes and begins to deliver a ten punch combo…

DF: Garcia going for broke….

JK: TEQUILA BOMB!

Garcia is onto his sixth punch when Thunder’s arms suddenly wrap around his legs and walk him out to the centre of the ring. Garcia’s face is a picture of horror as Thunder lifts him high and then powerbombs him down into the mat….

DF: Goodnight Alex Garcia…

*Claxon sounds

JK: Hurry up…

Thunder is groggy after the powerbomb and he hesitates to make the cover as “Schizophrenic” plays out and Mike Conrad comes rushing down the rampway toward the cell. He clambers inside as Thunder manages to drop ontop of Garcia’s chest…

DF: Count ref…

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JK: Got him….

DF: No….Conrad got there in time…

The crowd gasp in disappointment as Conrad dives across and thwarts the pinfall at the final moment. Conrad then hammers fists into the back of Thunder before dragging him up to his feet and planting him with a double armed DDT……………………………..1……………………………2…………………Thunder just manages to kick out.

JK: EWF could be in trouble now….Reborn and Thunder have used up a lot of energy and Mike Conrad is fresh….

DF: One of FEAR’s main guys and he could make a serious impact now….

Conrad stands up and he stomps down on the chest of Thunder before ragging him up again, this time running him to the corner and bouncing his head off the turnbuckle. Thunder slumps there as Conrad stomps on his midsection and then lifts him up on the top rope….

JK: Conrad going for the jugular…

Conrad lashes chops against the chest of Thunder as he joins him on the top rope and then lifts his arm over, applying a front facelock. He makes his way onto the top rope….

DF: Superplex…

Thunder begins to struggle and he hooks to the body of Conrad, breaking his grip, before pulling himself free and grabbing ahold of his opponent…

JK: THUNDERCLAP!

Conrad drives solid headbutts into the face of Thunder, blocking the top rope finisher, and then he seizes Thunder by the hair and pulls him off the top rope into a devastating x-factor facebuster…

DF: That’ll finish anyone….

1……………………………….2………..Reborn pulls Conrad out of the ring before the three count!

JK: Thank goodness for Robin Reborn…

Reborn tries to rally with quick punches on Conrad but MC targets the body with a stiff knee and then drags Reborn around, planting him against the steels steps. Reborn just slumps across the steps as Conrad climbs onto the ring apron and then jumps off, driving both feet down into the back of Reborn…

DF: That is horrible….

JK: Conrad going after the injured area, that much was obvious….

Reborn is writhing in pain on the floor as Conrad pulls the ring apron up and he drags a steel chair out from underneath, which he slides into the ring. He then pulls out a table and rests it vertically against the cell wall…

DF: I don’t know what Conrad is thinking with that….

JK: As if this environment was already dangerous enough….

Conrad stomps down on Robin Reborn some more before pulling him up and shoving him against the table. He lands solid punches to the kidneys and ribs of Reborn before backing away and sizing up his task….he smirks as the crowd boo him and then he prepares to sprint….

DF: This does not look good….

Conrad is about to break into a sprint when Thunder rolls out of the ring, blocking his path. The EWF superstar is dazed and Conrad slams into the back of his head with a forearm before throwing Thunder back into the ring. He follows him in and he walks around his opponent, waiting for him to stand…

JK: I don’t think there is much left in the Thunder tank…..DUSTBUSTER!

DF: There is still some fight left….

Conrad looks for the RKO but Thunder wraps his hands around the waist of Conrad and hauls him into a German suplex. He keeps his hands locked tight and pulls Conrad up for a second time, nailing a successive suplex. The crowd are willing him on as he summons all his strength to drag Mike Conrad up for a third time….

JK: Hat-trick….

Tyler Roth is back up and he wraps his arms around Thunder’s waist, throwing both men into a huge double German. Thunder then staggers back up and Roth grins as Alex Garcia chases in behind…

DF: SUNSET HEIGHTS!

The zigzag neckbreaker connects and Thunder is laid flat on the canvass from the impact. Garcia, Roth and Conrad are all looking at each other with smirks on their faces as Robin Reborn crawls back into the ring…

JK: Not a wise move Robin…

DF: This kid is not going to back down from anyone….he’s got bigger balls than anyone on Team FEAR…

Reborn, battered and bruised, looks up at the three members of FEAR and then he beckons them forward, challenging to fight. The crowd go wild at this gesture, chanting Reborn’s name…

JK: What a warrior…

DF: Reborn will go down fighting….

All three members of FEAR laugh and then storm forwards, knocking Reborn back into the corner and they begin to pummel him into a heap. Garcia drives hard kicks into the stomach and then Roth runs to the opposite side and comes back with a flying splash against Reborn. He grabs Reborn’s arm and whips him out of the corner, straight into a flapjack takedown from Conrad….

JK: This is a gang mugging….

Reborn is holding his ribs as he tries to get back up and Tyler Roth ushers him back to his feet and then scoops the EWF man up onto his shoulders….

DF: Reborn is brave as hell but he never stood a chance…

JK: F-5!

*Claxon sounds

DF: It’s too late…

*Lights go out

JK: What the….

*The crowd pop as a familiar gong sounds out

DF: NO WAY…..FEAR PUT HIM ON THE SHELF!

The arena can be heard going wild in the darkness as the gong sounds out twice more and then the lights flash back on, Mr Jones standing in the middle of the ring behind all three members of FEAR.

JK: Mr Jones is here…..my god….

DF: Business just picked up…

Garcia whirls around and tries to intercept but Jones grabs him by the neck and hauls him over the ropes into the first ring. Jones then big boots Tyler Roth in the face, forcing him to drop Robin Reborn, and he blocks a right hand from Mike Conrad before uppercutting him into the corner…

JK: Now FEAR are about to get a fight….

Conrad tries to come forward again but Jones seizes him by the throat and pushes him back into the corner before running in with a hard clothesline. He targets the body and head with rapid fire punches before whipping Conrad across to the opposite corner. Conrad slams into the turnbuckle and staggers back out as Jones runs across and big boots him in the face…

DF: Mr Jones took a serious beating at the hands of Tyler Roth and Alex Garcia just ten days ago….nobody expected him here, but I guess he real is inhuman…

JK: I can’t deny I am happy to see EWF’s very own monster….

Tyler Roth gets up and Jones repeats the process with him, the clothesline, the punches and the big boot. He then turns his attention to the next ring, where Alex Garcia is trying to get back to his feet…

DF: Jones has unfinished business with FEAR….

Jones begins to climb the ropes to the top and he waits for Garcia to turn around before jumping off and taking him down with a flying lariat. Jones then pulls Garcia by the arm into the corner and he clambers up the ropes once more….

JK: OLD SCHOOL!

DF: Jones is bringing the pain….FEAR are no match….

Jones slams down with the forearm across the back of Alex Garcia’s neck and then he just stands over him, waiting for him to rise once again. Garcia is hurting badly and he can barely stand back up as Jones draws his finger across his throat…

JK: I think the end has come for Alex Garcia…

The tombstone looks imminent but suddenly Tyler Roth breaks into the ring and rushes at Jones, only to be seized around the throat and lifted airborne…

DF: WHAT A CHOKESLAM!

The crowd erupt as Jones drills Roth down into the mat with the chokeslam and then he turns back around, into a kick to the gut….

JK: CATALINA WINEMIXER….DAMMIT!

The crowd boo furiously as Garcia nails the stunner on Mr Jones in the middle of the ring. Garcia is on his knees, laughing to himself, before turning around…

*Crowd pop

DF: Time to repent, Mr Garcia…

The noise is deafening as Mr Jones sits bolt upright and stares right into the eyes of Garcia, leaving the FEAR member in stunned disbelief. Jones’ hand shoots out and he grips Garcia by the throat before clambering back to his feet….

JK: Garcia is going for a ride…

Garcia struggles against Jones’ grip and then he kicks out at the stomach of the big man before seizing his head once again….

DF: Another stunner….

Jones stands firm this time and he blocks the stunner before pushing Garcia way towards the ropes. Garcia hits the ropes and he comes back…

JK: Tilt-a-whirl….TOMBSTONE!

*Crowd cheer

DF: How do you like that?

Jones tilt-a-whirls Garcia onto his shoulders before nailing him with a tombstone in the centre of the ring. He draws Garcia’s arms across his chest…
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JK: The advantage is gone…

Rick Ambrose: Alex Garcia has been eliminated…

DF: The arrival of Jones has turned this bout on its head…..FEAR have lost their first man…

JK: Alex Garcia isn’t leaving with the glory tonight….

Jones’ emotionless eyes glare out around the arena as Alex Garcia is rolled out of the ring by the referee and escorted out of the cell. Jones begins to get back to his feet as Mike Conrad jumps from the top rope with a double axe handle to the back of the head….

JK: Conrad and Roth need to try and even things up now….FEAR need a response…

Conrad is trying to drive hard punches into Jones’ head but the shots don’t seem to be having much impact. He runs off the ropes for more momentum and he lands a clothesline but Jones just sways on the spot…

DF: Conrad not having the success he wants…

Conrad shakes his head and runs off the ropes again, but this time he runs straight back into a big boot. Jones lets Conrad up and he nails him with a sidewalk slam……………………1…………………………..2………………..Conrad kicks out.

JK: Jones might do this all himself…

Tyler Roth is back in the fray and he detonates a brogue kick to the side of Jones’ head before pulling him up and running him into a huge powerslam. Roth beats his chest and beckons for Jones to stand back up…

DF: Tyler Roth is not happy that his partner got eliminated….

Roth seems to be waiting for his chance to nail the F-5 but Robin Reborn flies from the top rope and connects with a headscissors that takes him off his feet. Roth gets back up and Reborn dropkicks him in the chest, sending him into the path of Thunder, who nails a spinebuster……………………..1……………………………2………………shoulder up.

JK: Now is Tyler Roth’s turn to face the numbers game…

Mike Conrad tries to come to Roth’s aid but Reborn roundhouse kicks him in the side of the head and Thunder intercepts with a spinning sky high powerbomb….

DF: Conrad could be about to join the elimination list….

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*Claxon sounds

JK: This is bad….

Every eye in the arena turns to the stage as “Bonfire” echoes out, signalling the arrival of Ojore. The Anarchy Champion slowly strides out onto the stage, an eerie calm surrounding him. He slowly begins to walk down to the ring….

DF: FEAR could not have asked for a better man to represent them right now….the seemingly invincible Ojore…

JK: But is he on the same page as his allies? Something isn’t quite right about Ojore right now…

The referees on the outside open up the cell door to allow Ojore inside and as soon as he steps through the entranceway Robin Reborn runs across and dives over top rope…

DF: Reborn looking to pick up where he and Ojore left off…

JK: Bad idea….

Ojore catches Reborn in his arms, and he drives him back into the cell wall five times before pulling him around to the opposite side of the cell where he lets out a roar and then throws Reborn over his head…

DF: OH MY GOD!

JK: FALL AWAY SLAM THROUGH THE TABLE!

Reborn smashes through the table that was set up earlier and Ojore just glares at him before moving away and climbing up into the first ring.

DF: Why isn’t Ojore making the cover?

JK: Your guess is as good as mine…

Thunder runs forward and tries to take the fight to Ojore but he just grabs the EWF man by the face and headbutts him back into the corner. Ojore presses Thunder against the turnbuckle with one hand and then slaps furious chops to the chest, leaving deep red welts…

DF: I have never known anyone so dominant?

JK: How the hell do you stop a guy like this?

DF: I’m not sure you can…

Ojore then whips Thunder to the opposite corner with serious power, the impact of which sends Thunder up and over the turnbuckle to the apron. Thunder tries to climb back up as Ojore runs into him with a battering ram headbutt…..SMASH!

JK: Oh dear lord….

The impact sends Thunder flying from the apron and he hits the cell door so hard that it breaks off its hinges, sending Thunder rolling into the aisleway outside. The crowd are in shock as Ojore then turns his attention to Mr Jones…

DF: This is devastating….

Jones lands an uppercut to Ojore and follows up with three more right hands but Ojore reverses the attempted irish whip and sends Jones off the ropes before lifting him onto a huge Samoan drop on the comeback. Ojore gets back up and he drags Mr Jones into a gutwrench….

JK: POWERBOMB!

Ojore causes the whole ring to shake with the impact of the powerbomb before he rolls back out of the ring and follows Thunder to the outside of the cell. Thunder is in a lot of pain and can barely mount an attack as Ojore grabs him by the head runs him forwards, throwing him into the front of the cell…

DF: Ojore lives for chaos, and that is what he is delivering right now…

JK: I’m pretty sure this wasn’t in Drake Callihan’s plans….Ojore could have pinned all three members of FEAR by now…

Thunder staggers back into the aisleway and Ojore wraps both hands around his throat, lifting him off the ground and choking him in midair. Thunder kicks his legs and tries to pull free, but he cannot break the beast’s grip…

DF: I’m not there is anyone on this roster, in this business that can match up to Ojore….

Ojore throws Thunder backwards into the cell wall again and then he scoops him onto his shoulders as he comes forward. He parades Thunder around the aisleway, ignoring the boos of the crowd, before running forward and he ploughs Thunder face-first into the steel mesh…

JK: Look at the blood…

DF: Ojore can sense that world domination is within his grasp…

Thunder slumps down against the cell wall outside, blood pouring from beneath his hairline, and then Ojore walks past him and back inside the cell. Robin Reborn is somehow trying to stand up but Ojore just grabs him by the head and flips him into the air….

JK: What next…

Reborn knows he is serious trouble so he reaches out and grabs the cell wall behind him, pulling himself out of Ojore’s gasp. Reborn continues to climb the inside of the cell, making his way toward the top….

DF: Reborn is almost twenty feet in the air….

JK: But what can he do from up there?

The flashbulbs are going off as Reborn clings to the side of the cell and looks down at Ojore before smiling. Ojore is glaring back at him, unimpressed, as Reborn crotch chops the big man and then he jumps off….

DF: INCOMING!

The crowd roar as Reborn lands with a crossbody across Ojore, taking him down off his feet on the outside of the ring. Inside the ring, Tyler Roth and Mr Jones are both get back to their feet and Jones ducks a clothesline before seizing Roth by the throat…

JK: Choke……..

DF: DUSTBUSTER!

The crowd boo as Mike Conrad comes diving out of nowhere and he flattens Mr Jones with the RKO in the middle of the ring. He looks shocked at his accomplishment and then crawls over…………………..1……………………………………2…………………………3!

JK: They evened it up….

DF: Jones had nothing left after the attack from Ojore…

Rick Ambrose: Mr Jones has been eliminated….

Mike Conrad nods his head in satisfaction before beginning to crawl back to his feet. He looks at the carnage all around him and then he reaches out and grabs Reborn by the hair, dragging him up onto the apron…

JK: Ojore may not have wanted the pinfalls, but Mike Conrad will take them…

Reborn is hurting as Conrad attempts to suplex him over the ropes into the ring but Reborn counters with a jawbreaker across the top rope, sending Conrad staggering back. Reborn then dives onto the top rope and flies through the air….

DF: Cross….

JK: DUSTBUSTER!

The crowd look stunned as Reborn has no time to react to Conrad’s counter, taking a vicious RKO into the canvass. Conrad is momentarily stunned as the claxon sounds…

DF: HERE COMES THE VIPER!

“666” has barely hit the PA system as Liam Wood bursts into view and comes charging down toward the ring. He takes one look at Thunder, who is bleeding badly, and then he rushes into the cell and dives into the ring…

JK: Cmon Liam…

Wood takes Conrad down with a double leg and he begins to ground and pound to the face, his punches unrelenting. Wood then gets back up and he throws Tyler Roth through the air with a belly to belly suplex….

DF: The co-captain has arrived…and he is ready to fight….

Roth gets back up and Wood sends him flying with another belly to belly suplex before welcoming him up for a third time and he grabs Roth by the throat before lifting him into the air and chokeslamming him into a backbreaker.

JK: Wood said he would leave it all in the ring tonight…..and he sure as hell was not lying….

Tyler Roth rolls from the ring as Wood turns his attention back to Mike Conrad and he dropkicks him into the corner before chasing in with a huge clothesline. He scores with more heavy right hands before whipping Conrad off the ropes and twisting him into a powerslam on the way back…

DF: If Wood can take out Conrad….maybe even Roth then I can’t see any way back for FEAR…

Wood gets back to his feet and works the crowd up into a frenzy as he waits for Mike Conrad to stand up. Conrad is groggy as Wood lets him stand and then boots him in the stomach…

JK: VIPER….

Conrad counters with a backdrop and then he pulls Wood up and tries to drill him with a piledriver. Wood kicks his legs and then swipes Conrad’s feet…

DF: Figure four….

Wood turns around to synch in the leglock but Conrad boots him in the back and sends Wood flying forward, straight into the path of Ojore…

JK: WORLD’S STRONGEST SLAM!

Wood somehow jumps out over the back of Ojore and he pushes him against the ropes before running forwards and connecting with a clothesline that sends both men over the top rope and crashing into the cell wall. Wood gets back up and he looks underneath the apron, producing a steel chair….

DF: Wood knows you need something big to stop Ojore…

CRACK! He lashes the chair against Ojore’s spine and he repeats the process ten times, until Ojore finally drops down to his knees. Wood then moves around the front and he launches the chair against Ojore’s head, leaving the big man slumped on the ground. Wood then gets back up on the apron and he climbs the ropes, looking down at Mike Conrad in the ring….

JK: MACHO MAN ELBOW…

DF: Conrad knew what was coming….

Wood clatters into the ring as Conrad moves away in time, leaving his foe in a heap. Conrad gets back up to his feet and he pulls Wood up before nailing him with a piledriver………………….1………………………2………………….shoulder up. Conrad then begins to stalk Liam Wood….

JK: Can you imagine if Conrad eliminated Liam Wood right now?

DF: It would be a travesty for EWF….

JK: He fancies his chances….

Conrad is setting up for the RKO when Robin Reborn returns to the ring with a ladder in hand, which he quickly rushes in and smashes into Conrad’s face. The crowd cheer as Reborn slams the ladder down on Conrad’s chest before setting it up vertically in the middle of the ring. Conrad slowly staggers back up and Reborn drills him with a backstabber…

JK: We know Reborn won’t hesitate to take a risk….

DF: But do you really think this is wise?

JK: This is how he lost his match earlier today…

Reborn nods his head to the crowd and then he begins to climb the ladder to the top. He pauses briefly as he presses his hand against the roof of the cell and then he looks down at Mike Conrad on the deck…

DF: Of all the risks to take……

JK: Reborn is living the dream….he wants to make himself famous………..SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

Crowd: That was awe-some x10

Reborn flies high from the top of the ladder and he slams right down ontop of Mike Conrad in the middle of the ring. The impact causes Reborn to roll around in agony, clutching at his ribcage, but Mike Conrad is completely motionless…

DF: Someone cover him…

Liam Wood seems to be on his way to doing just that when Ojore pulls him out of the ring and throws him with such power that Wood crashes through a panel of the cell and breaks it in half, sending him to the outside.

JK: That power is sickening…

Ojore then climbs back into the ring and he quickly drags Robin Reborn up off the ground and drills him with an earth-shattering World’s strongest slam. Ojore looks around before standing up and he grabs the ladder, folding it up.

DF: We saw Ojore do this to Robin Reborn earlier…

JK: I think he has something different planned….just pin him for crying out loud…

DF: Ojore’s wants a statement….

Ojore drags Reborn up and he places him in the middle of the ladder, just like earlier in the day. He stares down at the ladder and then he lifts it up and places the ladder on his shoulders…

JK: WHAT THE….

DF: A TORTURE RACK…..THIS IS BRUTAL!

Reborn’s screams are torturous to listen to as Ojore squeezes him in the middle of the ladder, trying his hardest to snap Reborn in two. Reborn has no choice but to quickly tap out…

JK: That is heinous…

Rick Ambrose: Robin Reborn has been eliminated…

Ojore walks the ladder to the ropes and he throws it down to the outside, leaving Reborn in a trampled heap. The referees on the outside are checking on Reborn as the timer begins to count down…

DF: FEAR already in the ascendency and now they are getting a new member…

JK: This is not looking good…

The claxon sounds and then “People are strange” plays out of the speakers, welcoming the arrival of Dario Machiavelli. He slowly begins to make his way down to the ring, his eyes bloodshot and weary.

DF: Here is a man whose allegiance is very much up in the air…

JK: You heard what he said earlier to Ojore….he didn’t come back to be a martyr, he came back to set Ojore free….whatever the hell that means…

Ojore is just standing in the middle of the ring as Machiavelli enters inside the cell and looks up at his former follower. Machiavelli then removes his cloak and climbs up into the ring, a broad smile crossing his face…

DF: I don’t what he is looking so smug about….he just walked into hell…

The music fades out and the crowd are booing as Machiavelli stands in front of Ojore and then begins to point around at the carnage. He is smiling as he shouts to Ojore “Jus Ad Bellum”…..”This is your domain now Ojore…..this moment belongs to you”.

JK: I don’t like this…

Ojore continues to glare at Machiavelli, who then produces Ojore’s crown, drawing more boos from the crowd. Ojore lowers his head as Machiavelli places the item on Ojore…

DF: This match isn’t over….we don’t need a damn coronation…

JK: This is very bizarre…

DF: It’s almost like Machiavelli is handing the power to Ojore…

Ojore looks back into Machiavelli’s eyes, who is smirking, and then his pupils seem to flash red as he grips Machiavelli and lifts him into the air…

JK: What the hell….WORLD’S STRONGEST SLAM!

DF: He just broke Machiavelli in half….

JK: But why?

Ojore stands over Machiavelli with a burning anger in his eyes and then he begins to shout….”Ojore is king….Ojore answer no more….Ojore is POWER”.

DF: I think Ojore just broke free of the shackles….

Ojore drags Machiavelli back up and he pushes him into the ropes before dragging him back into a bearhug, squashing the life out of his former friend. Machiavelli is unable to fight back and quickly fades into unconsciousness as Mike Conrad runs over…

JK: Conrad is baffled…

DF: He isn’t the only one…

Conrad tries to pull Ojore’s grip loose but the monster shakes Machiavelli around some more and then throws him to the mat. Conrad yells at Ojore “what the hell are you doing?” but Ojore just grabs Conrad by the throat…

JK: Conrad shouldn’t have opened his mouth…

Ojore squeezes at Conrad’s throat and then he pushes him down to the floor, staring at him with complete blankness. Conrad has no idea what to do next as Liam Wood rolls back into the ring and jumps onto Machiavelli…1
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JK: Viper taking advantage…

DF: Like any good captain should…

Rick Ambrose: Dario Machiavelli has been eliminated…

Ojore quickly marches over to Wood and grabs him by the head but Wood jams his thumb up into Ojore’s eyes, staggering him backwards. He then moves forward and he spins Ojore around, kicking him in the stomach…

DF: VIPER…

Ojore’s arms are too strong to be locked in the pedigree and he spins out before locking both hands around his throat and lifts him into the air…

JK: CHOKEBOMB!

Wood kicks his legs and wraps his arms around Ojore’s head in midair, pulling him into a vice-like chokehold. The crowd are cheering as Wood holds on for dear life, trying to put the monster to sleep…

DF: This is impressive…

Ojore is swaying back and forth, trying to fight out of the submission, but Wood is holding on with all he has. Ojore finally manages to run forward and he crashes Wood into the turnbuckle…

JK: Wood was unlucky there….

Conrad runs forward and tries to take out Viper but Wood ducks his shoulder and sends Conrad over the top rope to the outside of the ring. He then makes his way back to Ojore and tries to lift the big man onto his shoulders…

DF: There is no way…

Ojore drives his elbow down into the back of Wood’s neck and then gets back to his feet and he scoops Wood into a cradle…

JK: WSS…

Wood jumps out the back again and this time he springboards onto the ropes before flying back with a lariat that takes Ojore down. Wood rolls back onto his feet…

DF: Can Wood tame the beast?

JK: F-5!

Tyler Roth is back in the mix and he spins Wood around and lifts him onto his shoulders for an F-5 but Wood elbows his way off the back and pushes Roth away….

DF: TEQUILA BOMB!

The crowd roar as Thunder kicks Roth in the stomach and then flips him up into the air, nailing him with the powerbomb………………………………….1……………………………………..2……………………………………3!

JK: FEAR are rattled…..the Thunder/Viper combo strikes…

Rick Ambrose: Tyler Roth has been eliminated!

Thunder and Viper barely have time to congratulate each other as Ojore runs forwards and almost decapitates them both with a clothesline. He then pulls Liam Wood up and scoops slams him to the mat before punching Thunder in the head, sending him flying through the ropes to the outside.

DF: Ojore going after Thunder now…

JK: Thunder has been in this match since the beginning…he must be really feeling it…

DF: Especially after the beating that Ojore has already inflicted upon him…

Thunder staggers through the hole in the cell and toward the announce area as Ojore follows. The big man grabs Thunder by the back of the head and slams him down against the EWF announce table. Ojore then removes all the coverings and monitors….

JK: Things are looking bad for Thunder…

DF: I think we need to get out of here…

Ojore slams Thunder’s head down against the table twice more and then he scoops him up in his arms and lets out a roar…

JK: He’s going through the table…

Thunder reaches out in desperation and grabs the ring bell….DING!....DING!.....DING! He slams it against the side of Ojore’s head and finally pulls free before DING!....He hits him once more for good measure. Ojore is down on one knee as Thunder looks at the cell behind him and begins to climb….

DF: What the hell are you doing kid?

JK: Thunder is trying to tempt King Kong to the top of the Empire State building…..I knew this guy was crazy….

Thunder is halfway up the cell when he looks back down at Ojore and beckons for the monster to follow him. The crowd are going crazy as Ojore nods his head and begins to give chase…

DF: I don’t like this one bit….no way can it end well….

In the ring, Liam Wood is just getting back up to his feet when Mike Conrad lashes a steel chair right off the top of his head, leaving him slumped on the floor. Conrad then wraps the chair around Wood’s neck and urges him to stand….

JK: What the hell is this lunatic doing?

DF: He wants the RKO whilst the chair is around Viper’s head…

JK: He’ll snap his neck….

Conrad is sizing up his chance when suddenly the claxon sounds and the whole Coliseum rises to their feet. “Cold Ash” blasts from the speakers and Conrad turns in shock…

DF: Conrad may have got lucky once tonight, but my God he is about to find out that payback is a b1tch….

Jimmy Phillips, fire in his eyes, begins to sprint down to the ring and straight through the open doorway. Mike Conrad tries to intercept him with a clothesline but Phillips ducks underneath and runs off the ropes, returning with a huge flying shoulder block.

JK: Phillips is fresh, and he has eyes only for Mike Conrad…

Conrad gets back up and he eats several hard right hands, rocking him back, before Phillips whips him across the ring and takes him down with a Samoan drop on the comeback. Conrad gets back to his feet and Phillips nails him with a Northern lights suplex………………………1…………………….2………………..shoulder up.

DF: Have you seen ontop of the cell?

All eyes are now focused on the roof, where Ojore has just rolled onto and joined Thunder. Both men get to their feet and Thunder rocks the monster with right hands, trying to push him back toward the edge…

JK: They are on the edge of the world up there…

DF: I can’t watch it…

Thunder tries to grab Ojore and position him for a “rock-bottom” from the top of the cell but Ojore elbows his way out, sending Thunder toward the middle of the roof, and then runs into his opponent with a big clothesline. Thunder staggers back up and Ojore slams him down on the steel grates, causing the roof to sag….

JK: This is so dangerous…

Jimmy Phillips has paused his assault on Conrad, momentarily, as he looks up toward the roof where Thunder and Ojore are fighting. Thunder is lying on one of the roof panels as Ojore drags him back up and lifts him….

DF: He’s gonna slam him right through the top of the cage….

JK: WORLD’S STRONGEST…

Thunder somehow rolls his body onto the shoulders of Ojore and he rakes the big man’s eyes before dropping down behind him and locking his foot in place….

DF: RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!

Crowd: Holy (beep) x20

JK: We need medics….we need a goddamn ambulance…

DF: This is insane…

Everyone in the arena is on their feet, stunned, as Thunder delivers a legsweep that takes himself and Ojore crashing through the roof of the cell and down into one of the rings below. Neither man is moving an inch…

JK: We knew tonight was going to be unlike anything we had ever seen before…we knew there would be casualties because it is all on the line….but I never thought I would see anything like this….

DF: After Ojore turned rogue in this match I knew something bad was going to happen….I didn’t know what but I knew we were going to see something destructive…

Jimmy Phillips is still standing in the opposite ring, his mouth wide open, as Mike Conrad sneaks behind him and nails a low-blow. Phillips drops down to his knees as Conrad crawls into the opposite ring and drops across the chest of Thunder…

JK: That no good…

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DF: Thunder never had a chance…..

Rick Ambrose: Thunder has been eliminated!

JK: If someone can cover Ojore, surely he is done for as well…

Thunder is still not moving as the referee sends for paramedics from the backstage area. Mike Conrad and Ojore are lying side by side on the mat as the cameras pan around to show Jimmy Phillips and Liam Wood on the floor…

DF: All of these men have given everything….there is nothing left in the tank, pure adrenaline…

JK: You can see what this means to them….

The medics help Thunder from the ring and escort him outside of the cell to run some checks as the cameras turn back to proceedings in the ring.

DF: I don’t believe it….how on earth is he moving?

JK: This is not happening….

There is shock as Ojore is moving on the mat, somehow trying to get back to his feet. Mike Conrad is looking at him in shock as Liam Wood drags Conrad to the outside of the ring and blasts his face against the cell wall…

DF: After that fall I didn’t think Ojore was even breathing….

JK: This guy is not natural….

Wood looks at Ojore and then at the hole in the cell roof before he rolls back into the ring. Jimmy Phillips climbs in on the opposite side and the two co-captains look at each other and nod their heads before Phillips sprints at Ojore…

DF: GAME-CHANGER!

JK: WORLD EATER!

Phillips nails the “clothesline from hell” and sends Ojore straight into the path of Wood, who somehow picks the big man up and nails the crunching knee to the face. Wood and Phillips dive onto Ojore for more leverage….

DF: They still don’t like their chances…

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JK: They did it….

DF: Sensational….

Rick Ambrose: Ojore has been eliminated….

JK: FEAR are falling like flies….

“Saturday Night” suddenly roars from the PA system and the crowd boo as Enforcer appears on the stage, aggression immediately on his mind. He is carrying a steel biker chain, which he begins to wrap around his right fist….

DF: The final member of FEAR….

JK: They need a big performance from Enforcer….

Liam Wood and Phillips are breathing heavily as they try to get back to their feet, just as Enforcer enters the cell. Wood gets up and Enforcer blasts him in the head with the chain around his arm before doing the same thing to Jimmy Phillips.

DF: Only Jason Sparxz left to enter….we are down to the final five competitors….

JK: One of these men will secure ultimate glory for themselves and for their team….

Wood gets back up and Enforcer uppercuts him into the ropes before whipping him across the ring and clotheslining him in the throat as he returns. Wood staggers back up and Enforcer throws him over the ropes to the outside…

DF: Enforcer is looking to force his own brutality on this match now….he is showing why he is such a feared competitor…

Phillips gets back up and he tries to go toe to toe with Enforcer but the steel chain around Big E’s fist is the difference, opening up a cut across the bridge of Phillips’ nose. He rocks JP back into the corner and pummels him with hard punches before backing away with a grin on his face….he looks at Liam Wood trying to stand on the outside and clambers from the ring, jumping off the apron with a punch to the back of Wood’s head….

JK: Nothing fancy about Enforcer’s offense….he is just deadly at what he does…

Wood is slumped against the cell well and Enforcer pushes his face against the metal before beginning to grate Viper’s face, spilling blood quickly. He rags the TV Champion around the entire cell, cutting into his flesh, before finally releasing him in the doorway, leaving Wood to fall down in a heap.

DF: In just a matter of moments Enforcer has taken out the EWF competition…..suddenly things don’t look so rosy for us….

JK: Enforcer is determined to leave here as the world champion…

Enforcer turns back to the ring and he watches Jimmy Phillips trying to stand up, so he rolls under the bottom rope and crouches in the corner. Phillips is dazed and hurting as he stumbles up to his feet and Enforcer runs at him…

DF: FACECHECK!

Phillips sidesteps at the final moment and he sends Enforcer crashing into the turnbuckle before pulling him out and nailing a Russian legsweep. Phillips slowly gets back up and he stalks Big E….

JK: TOUCHDOWN!

Enforcer elbows his way out of the predicament and then boots Phillips in the stomach before scoring with a pumphandle drop. Enforcer kneels over Phillips and lands big right hands with the chain around his fist…

DF: Enforcer using that chain to great effect…

JK: Things do not look good for EWF at this moment in time…

Enforcer rolls from the ring and he begins to search underneath for an array of weapons. He slides two tables inside the ring and then a steel chair and a wooden board covered in barbed wire. The crowd watch on as Enforcer climbs back into the ring and he sets the tables up, side by side, positioning the barbed wire underneath….

DF: What is he planning here?

JK: The demise of Jimmy Phillips….

Mike Conrad is trying to get back to his feet and Enforcer beckons him over to help. Big E sits on the ropes and he tells Conrad to lift Phillips up onto his shoulders…

DF: He’s going to powerbomb him from the top rope through those tables….

JK: Fight him JP…

Phillips nails big right hands into the stomach of Conrad and tries to break free but Conrad slams repeated knees into his rival’s gut and then drags him into the corner. The crowd are booing as Conrad bounces Phillips’ head off one of the tables and then prepares to lift him…

DF: Liam Wood is down on the outside…

*BANG

JK: The final entrant…

The crowd come to life as “Lose yourself “ blasts from the speakers as Jason Sparxz comes sprinting down to the ring. He dives into the ring and he quickly rushes to help Jimmy Phillips, clattering into the back of Mike Conrad in the process. Conrad falls forward and his head slams into the crotch of Enforcer, causing Big E to double up in agony….

DF: Jason Sparxz to the rescue….TROUBLE IN PARADISE!

Sparxz nails the corkscrew roundhouse kick to the face of Mike Conrad, sending him sprawling to the mat. He then makes his way to the corner and he clatters right hands into the head of Enforcer before climbing up the turnbuckle himself….

JK: Sparxz needs to be careful himself….that is not a position any superstar needs to be in….

Sparxz looks behind him and the two tables set up ominously and he then gives a signal to the crowd as he puts his on Enforcer’s shoulders and jumps up…

DF: FRANKEN…

Sparxz looks to nail the top rope hurricanrana but Enforcer holds him steady on his shoulders and seems ready for the top rope powerbomb when Liam Wood comes over and drives a steel chair right into Enforcer’s stomach. Sparxz is able to drop down onto the apron as Enforcer staggers down into the ring and Wood clatters the steel chair across his back….

JK: It’s down to these five….who is going to walk away with the glory?

Wood throws the chair down and he stares out at the cheering masses, his face a bloody mess. He then places the chair under his feet and begins to drag Enforcer back up…

DF: Wood is going to try and knock off the big man…VIPER DROP!

Enforcer blocks the pedigree and swipes Wood’s legs, causing the back of his head to bounce off the steel chair. Enforcer then drops backwards and slingshots Viper into the corner, causing Wood’s face to bounce off the turnbuckle. Enforcer takes advantage and runs off the ropes…

JK: FACECHECK!

Wood ducks the running forearm and then he presses Enforcer up into the air and swings his knee as Big E comes back down…

DF: WORLD EATER….

Enforcer catches Viper’s leg and he spins him around before clotheslining him over the ropes to the floor below. Enforcer motions a belt around his waist with a focused stare and then turns around…

JK: TOUCHDOWN!

DF: Nailed him…

The crowd go wild as Phillips drills Enforcer into the mat with the rock-bottom and then makes the cover…………………………..1………………………………….2……………………………….3!

JK: Conrad………dammit….

DF: DUSTBUSTER!

The boos are ringing around as Conrad drills Phillips into the mat with the RKO. He looks down at the back of his former friend’s head, almost delirious with what he has done, and then moves in to make the cover….

JK: SENTON BOMB!

Jason Sparxz comes flying from the top rope and he lands the senton bomb across the back of Mike Conrad, thwarting his plan. Conrad makes a grab for the steel chair as he gets back up but Sparxz is waiting for him….

DF: VAN TERMINATOR!

Sparxz nails the spinning heel kick against the chair and smashes it into Conrad’s face, sending him falling into the corner. Sparxz then places the chair against Conrad’s head and he makes his way over to the opposite turnbuckle….

JK: What is Jason Sparxz thinking now?

DF: Something that he knows will finish off Conrad…..COAST TO COAST!

*Crowd pop

JK: Sensational….

The crowd are on their feet as Sparxz leaps from one side of the ring to the other and dropkicks the steel chair right into the face of Mike Conrad. The impact is sickening and Conrad is completely out cold as Sparxz drags him over and dumps him ontop of the two tables in the ring….

DF: Sparxz wants to end this properly….he wants an exclamation point….

JK: Might be a mistake….he has Conrad down and out…

Sparxz looks at Conrad on the tables and then he makes his way to the corner and begins to ascend to the top of the turnbuckle. He looks out to the crowd, who are very vocally chanting his name…

Crowd: Jas-on Sparxz x10

DF: Is Sparxz about to move one step closer to being crowned a two time world champion….

JK: And the saviour of EWF……LIGHTNING STRIKE!

Crowd: Holy (beep) x10

DF: Forget about it….

Sparxz comes launching from the top rope into the five star frogsplash but Enforcer pulls Mike Conrad off the table at the final moment, sending Sparxz splintering through the wood and onto the barbed wire underneath.

JK: That is horrible…

DF: Jason Sparxz went for one too many highlight reel moments……FACECHECK!

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Rick Ambrose: Jason Sparxz has been eliminated!

Sparxz is bleeding badly from his stomach as he takes the full force of Enforcer’s forearm in the face, rendering him unable to continue in the match. Enforcer kneels over Sparxz and he stares at Mike Conrad, who is blinking in disbelief of what he just survived….

JK: Both teams are down to two………..Enforcer, Mike Conrad for FEAR…Jimmy Phillips and Liam Wood for EWF…

Medics are called into the cell to check on Jason Sparxz as Enforcer and Conrad are both dragged from the ring by Liam Wood and Phillips, a fist fight breaking out on the outside of the cell. There crowd are going wild as fists fly…

DF: This a battle to the finish…only one team can survive….only one man can walk away as champion….

Phillips and Conrad are duelling until Phillips nails a big elbow to Conrad’s head and then runs him forward and slams his face against the wall of the cell. Liam Wood runs Enforcer back into the steel mesh and he pulls the steel chain from around Enforcer’s hand…

JK: Enforcer has been disarmed…

Enforcer throws his hands up in surrender as Wood just shakes his head and begins to wrap the chain around his own fist. Viper punches down hard into Big E’s face, busting him wide open…

DF: Retribution is a beautiful thing….

Phillips throws Mike Conrad back into the ring and Conrad tries to storm forward but only runs straight into a crunching spinebuster from JP. Phillips looks out to the crowd and he beats his chest before beginning to stalk Conrad….

JK: If Phillips lands this then Conrad is finished in this match….then FEAR’s hopes lay solely on Enforcer….

DF: TOUCHDOWN!

Conrad blocks the rock-bottom and he pushes Phillips away to the corner before chasing him in and diving into a splash…

JK: Nobody there…

Phillips rolls away and sends Conrad crashing into the turnbuckle before sprinting off the opposite ropes and darting back…

DF: GAME-CHANGER!

Conrad dodges the “clothesline from hell” and he pushes Phillips into the ropes, where he collides with Liam Wood. Viper flies from the apron and clatters into the cell wall as Phillips staggers back around…

JK: DUST….

DF: MASTERLOCK!

The crowd are on their feet as Phillips counters the RKO into the masterlock submission hold, pushing Conrad down onto his knees quickly and really making him suffer. The referee is asking Conrad if he wants to quit but the FEAR man shakes his head…

JK: Phillips has this synched right in, nowhere for Conrad to go….

DF: He will have to tap out…..he has no choice….

Conrad is flailing, unable to fight back against Phillips’ power, and he begins to slump forward to the mat as Phillips keeps his hands locked in place. The referee kneels down to check Conrad’s pulse….

JK: Mike Conrad might have passed out………

DF: He has….the referee is calling it….

JK: CMON SON!

*Crowd pop

The referee suddenly looks up and he gives the signal to the timekeeper that Mike Conrad has passed out from the masterlock submission. Phillips releases the hold and looks down at Conrad, vindication etched on his features….

DF: After everything Jimmy Phillips has been through…..and finally he has his revenge…finally he gets even with Mike Conrad….

Rick Ambrose: Mike Conrad has been eliminated…

JK: LOOKOUT!

Screams and boos quickly take over the jubilation as Enforcer returns to the ring and he smashes a sledgehammer right into the back of Phillips’ head, dropping him to the mat in a crumpled heap. The crowd are showing their disgust as Enforcer raises the hammer over his head….

DF: But FEAR is not dead and buried yet….

JK: Enforcer’s back is against the wall and he is deadlier than ever….

Phillips is unmoving as Enforcer drops down to his knees and rolls JP over, making the pin…………………………..1…………………………………2…………………………..3!

DF: Jeez……we are down to two….

JK: It really is all to play for now…..Enforcer and Liam Wood are the final two men in this match….one of these men will leave tonight as the winner……as the world champion and the sole survivor….can Enforcer put EWF out of business? Or can the Viper wipe FEAR off this planet?

Wood staggers up to his feet on the outside and his eyes meet with Enforcer, who is staring back at him with the hammer in hand. Both men are bleeding as Enforcer beckons Wood to get in the ring and finish it…

DF: It comes down to this…17th of July 2013…..the Day of Reckoning….the moment of truth….

JK: Who is the dominant brand in sports entertainment? EWF or FEAR?

Wood nods his head and then dives into the ring, throwing caution to the wind. Enforcer breaks forward and swings the hammer at his head but Wood ducks underneath it and runs off the ropes before returning with a Lou Thesz press, hammering home right hands as he takes Big E down. They get back up and Wood lashes chops into Enforcer’s chest as Big E responds with solid right hands….

DF: Both of these men are on the cusp of a crowning achievement….

Wood starts to rock Enforcer back with rights and lefts before he whips him across the ring and attempts to push him in the air on the comeback….

JK: WORLD…

Enforcer jumps over the back of Wood and he runs off the ropes himself before sprinting back and diving at Wood….

DF: FACECHECK!

Wood counters with a drop toe-hold and he rolls ontop of Enforcer to try and apply a crossface but Enforcer rolls through and back to his feet. Wood gets up and he ducks a running clothesline from Enforcer and charges up the ropes….

JK: CROSSBODY!

The crossbody takes Enforcer down but he rolls back out onto his feet with Wood in his arms and then he throws him into a fall away slam, only for Wood to amazingly land out on his feet. Wood then waits for Big E to turn around and kicks him in the stomach…

DF: VIPER…

The pedigree is blocked as Enforcer swings out and then scoops Wood up onto his shoulders. He runs forwards….

JK: Death valley driver….

1………………………….2………………………Wood just gets his shoulder up. Enforcer gets back to his feet and he picks the sledgehammer up off the mat before beckoning Wood to his feet and he swings for the fences once again….

DF: Nobody home….

Wood ducks the blow and then sling Enforcer onto the mat with a big German suplex. Viper crawls his way to the corner and he makes his way up to the top of the turnbuckle before jumping off….

JK: MACHO MAN ELBOW!

DF: OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH YEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!

The crowd are stomping their feet and clapping their hands as Wood drives his elbow down into the chest of Enforcer and he covers….
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JK: Enforcer kicked out….what an amazing effort….

DF: This is going down to the wire…

Wood begins to get back up and he sucks it in as he listens to the “EWF” chants all around him. Wood clambers back up and he drags Enforcer to a vertical base before hooking his arms…

JK: VIPER…

Enforcer runs Wood back into the corner and he drills him against the turnbuckle before opening up with stiff shoulder thrusts. He then grabs Wood’s arm and tries to whip to the opposite corner but Wood spins out and pulls Enforcer into the middle of the ring….

DF: WORLD….

Enforcer rolls over the shoulder of Wood and pulls him into a pin…………………..1……………………2……………..shoulder up. They get back up and Wood runs at Enforcer but is lifted up and dropped face-first against the turnbuckle….

JK: That dazed Liam Wood……………..FACECHECK!

DF: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO….

The forearm obliterates into Wood’s face and leaves him slumped on the deck. Enforcer nods his head and makes the cover…
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DF: HE KICKED OUT….NO WAY….

JK: LIAM WOOD IS A WARRIOR…..HE WILL NOT STAY DOWN….

Crowd: Let’s go Viper x10

DF: This is insane, he took the “facecheck” at full force…

JK: A match of this magnitude will allow men to do the seemingly impossible….

Enforcer is looking at the referee in amazement but the official holds up two fingers and says the match must continue. Enforcer walks toward the official and grabs him by the front of the shirt, only for the referee to push him away….

DF: Enforcer can complain all he wants, but he hasn’t got the job done…..Liam Wood is still in this match….

JK: He’s hanging on by the barest thread….but he is still there…

Enforcer’s eyes are bulging as picks the sledgehammer up off the canvass and he stands over Liam Wood before lifting the hammer up and he drives it down three times into the gut of Wood, causing Viper to spit blood all over the mat. Enforcer then launches the hammer at the same of the cell wall and he kneels back in the corner, frantically gesturing for Wood to stand up…

DF: Wood is hurt badly…he has serious internal injuries….

JK: And Enforcer is seconds away from putting EWF out of its misery…

DF: I can’t watch anymore…

Meanwhile, there is a commotion outside the cell as Jimmy Phillips is arguing with the officials and trying to force his way back inside. He is being restrained and held back as Enforcer takes a quick look at Phillips and then focuses back on Wood…

JK: I don’t know why Jimmy Phillips is so unhappy but something has ticked him off…

DF: Because reality is sinking in….this is the end……………..

JK: Please don’t turn around Liam……………….FACECHECK!

Wood is bleeding heavily from the head and from the mouth as he stumbles back to his knees. He tries to stand upright but is swaying from side to side as he turns around, into the firing line of Enforcer who runs right at him….

DF: OH MY GOD!

JK: WHAT IN THE WORLD!

Crowd: What the (beep) x20

DF: Is this happening?

Every single person in the arena is stood in awe as Enforcer’s flying facecheck is intercepted in midair but Mike Conrad who catches him and drills him down with an RKO. Conrad quickly rolls out of the ring and into the aisleway, where he and Jimmy Phillips make eye contact….

JK: What the hell is going on?

DF: Mike Conrad…my god Conrad….

There is a continued staredown between Phillips and Conrad and then the crowd pop as they slap their hands together and hug at the bottom of the aisleway. Inside the ring, Enforcer is all over the place as he gets back up….he looks out of the doorway at Phillips and Conrad, stood side by side, and both men give him the thumbs down as his eyes widen….

JK: WORLD EATER!

DF: YES…..YES…..YES!

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*Ultra pop

JK: OH HELL YES….

DF: HE DID IT…..THEY DID IT……WE WON!

Ding ding ding

JK: Extraordinary scenes here inside the Elite Coliseum….

Rick Ambrose: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner………..representing Team EWF (Crowd pop)…………….and the NEW EWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION………..THE VIPER…..LIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMM WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

DF: WHAT A MATCH…..WHAT A NIGHT….WHAT AN HISTORIC MOMENT….

JK: TAKE A BOW TEAM EWF…..LIAM WOOD YOU ARE THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION…OH MY GOD WHAT A MOMENT THIS IS….

The crowd are in utter pandemonium as “666” blasts out of the speakers and Liam Wood is knelt over the blood-stained body of Enforcer. The War Games cell is beginning to lift back into the rafters as the referee walks over to Wood with the TV Championship and his newly won EWF World Championship….

DF: Liam Wood is the sole survivor….he is a double champion….he is the man….

JK: And this night belongs to him and the rest of Team EWF, they brought it like never before and they have condemned FEAR to the mortuary….the war is over and there is a new power in town….

Wood is still on his knees, looking at the championships in front of him, and tears begin to roll from his eyes as he pulls both belts toward his chest. There is a deafening ovation from the fans as Wood staggers over to the turnbuckle and poses….

DF: We did it….we survived the onslaught, we won the war….EWF lives once more….

JK: And the sacrifices of these men should never be forgotten….FEAR may have been one hell of an opponent but EWF showed guts, heart and class to get the job done….I am proud to stand here tonight and say I witnessed that….

DF: And what about Mike Conrad? The double-cross….was this planned from the beginning?

JK: I think it was….they had everyone fooled….but when the time came, Mike Conrad showed where his allegiance truly lied….this is incredible….

Fireworks are exploding from the stage as confetti begins to fall from the rafters and into the ringside area. Jimmy Phillips and Mike Conrad are applauding from the outside, along with the crowd and all of the EWF ring crew. Wood continues to bask in the glory as the show reaches its conclusion….

Crowd: E-Dub-F x10

JK: This is a night that will never, ever be forgotten……the night that EWF fought back from the brink and they overcame….we live to fight another day…

DF: Thank you for joining us folks….we are out of time….next week we will be back, live once more for some EWF Conflict….all the fallout………I cannot wait to see Drake Callihan’s face…

JK: You and me both partner….congratulations to EWF….to Liam Wood……what a night!

*The show goes off the air with Wood still celebrating his victory on the ropes, whilst the entire arena gives him a standing ovation.