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2-17-2017

 

 

(EAW Intro Plays)…

(Reasonable Doubt recap plays; featuring Di Consentes dethroning The High Rollerz for the EAW Unified Tag Team Championships, Rex McAllister defeating Tiberius Jones, Ares Vendetta defeating Theron Nikolas in Hell In A Cell, and The Heart Break Gal defeating Drake Jaeger to retain the EAW Championship)

(The camera opens to Drake Jaeger – dressed in a black suit with black sunglasses with a black present in his right hand and a microphone in his left hand – standing in the center of the ring with a solemn look on his face, surrounded by multiple covered objects in the ring)

Pierre: Well, uhm… Welcome to Showdown, ladies and gentlemen… Right now… I’m not particularly sure what we have going on here. DP?

Deadprez: Don’t call me DP… And don’t look at me, I have no idea…

(Drake’s expression turns to an apologetic one as he looks towards the hard camera, removing his signature black sunglasses)

Drake: I would now like to invite the Heart Break Gal and Cameron Ella Ava to join me in the ring. I have something very important to say.

(Drake looks towards the stage for several moments)

(“My Name is Human” by Highly Suspect plays all throughout the arena as Cameron Ella Ava and The Heart Break Gal reluctantly make their way out to the stage, both dressed in street clothes. Cameron with the Openweight Championship around her waist, HBG with the EAW Championship around her waist, and both of them carrying the Unified Tag Team Championships on their shoulders)

Pierre: Well, what a massive night these two had at Reasonable Doubt – making history once more in a big, bad way! They don’t look like they’re in the best of health, and that’s to be expected after the absolutely HELLACIOUS contests they had to go through, but nonetheless, they succeeded in everything they set out to do!

Deadprez: Alright, alright, calm down, Pierre. Yeah, they made history, but let’s not go blowing it up like they didn’t just BARELY pull it off.

Pierre: You can twist it any way you want, Deadprez, but the fact is that Di Consentes walked out of Reasonable Doubt with ALL the gold, and rightfully so! They broke barriers and became the first EVER female tag team to capture the gold! Not to mention the Heart Break Gal is the first woman to win the Tag Titles at all a couple years ago! They’ve broken through the glass ceiling time and time again, and they show no signs of stopping!

(“My Name is Human” fades out as Di Consentes enter the ring, both of them grabbing nearby microphones)

Drake: Thank you for–

Cameron: Can we just get this over with?

Drake: … Well–

Cameron: Because we all know what you’re gonna do, Drake. You’re not clever. You’re not sneaky. You’ve got nothing. You’re as desperate as they come and I don’t care what you did after the match ended, you still harbor so much hate and jealousy for us.

Drake: For YOU?

(Cameron gets in the face of Drake)

Cameron: That’s right. The both of us. You can’t stand being left out in the cold while everyone else in Hexa-gun succeeded. Impact, Tiberius, and HBG – all of them became World Champs, but you? You became a commentator. And now you can’t stand seeing her succeed and you CERTAINLY can’t stand seeing her succeeding along with me. Say whatever you have to say and let’s wrap this up. I’m so sick of looking at you.

(Drake and Cameron stare down for several seconds)

HBG: She’s right.

(Drake looks at HBG, visibly sad)

HBG: What’s done is done, Drake. You said you’re sorry after the match, and yeah, it was too late, but you said it. We don’t have anything left to discuss.

(Drake grows visibly frustrating, trying to think)

Drake: Look, just let me say what I have to say, alright? Just let me clear the air here. I had a lot of thinking to do. I thought about everything. I thought and I thought about all of the frustration… The anger… All of the hate we had for each other, HBG… And I…. After everything you did to me… I think this is what you deserve.

(Drake opens the box in his hands quickly as HBG and Cameron get ready to fight)

Pierre: DRAKE’S GOT SOMETHING!

(Drake pulls out a black rose as HBG and Cameron look on in confusion. Drake hands it to HBG and bows)

Cameron: She’s married…

Drake: I… Am sorry.

Pierre: Wow.

Drake: You trusted me as a friend, and as an ally, and I let you down. I got involved in your match at King of Elite because I was being selfish and an idiot. I don’t know if I can fix it, but I’ll do everything I can to make it at least better. I don’t want it to end like this, with the both of us at each other’s throats. You’re my friend. I hope you’ll consider me as your friend again too, at least someday.

(HBG hands the black rose back to Drake)

HBG: Drake, you don’t have to do this… Like I said, what’s done is done. You can’t change the past, but thank you for at least humbling yourself for once. You wanted to prove you’re on my level, and you did. Well, that’s not true. You proved you’re on the level of someone who could be a World Champion, but not my level. You nor anyone else is there, and won’t be as long as I’m EAW Champion. I had something to prove at Reasonable Doubt, and you know what? I proved it. Again. I’m the best in the World and there’s not a single person who’s changing that as long as there’s a breath in my body. You got everything you had coming to you, and I don’t regret it, but I’m glad you do. Thanks for this. Just don’t get in my way again and we’ll be fine.

(HBG and Cameron look at one another and start to take their leave)

Drake: Wait, wait! Look!

(HBG and Cameron reluctantly stop as they turn back towards a frantic Drake Jaeger, trying to stop them)

Drake: I can change, alright? I can change! I can be a good person! Like you! And…

(Drake looks towards Cameron)

Drake: And you too, I guess. I mean, I can not be… Like, an asshole! I can be not a prick! I can be not a jackass! I can do it! I’ve spent my ENTIRE life believing everyone around me deserved to get humiliated and beaten within an inch of their lives because they were weaker than me! And the ones that were stronger, I just cheated against! I spent so long being the bad guy, and you guys showed me there’s more to it than that! There’s more to it than making a joke out of everything and spitting on the prestige of this industry! I want to be like YOU, HBG! You recruited me to EAW and I failed to learn from you, but now I can see it, and that match at Reasonable Doubt opened my eyes to it. I know to succeed you have to be an asshole in a way, but you guys do it while being the absolute BEST in the ring. I want that too, and I want to do it without throwing away everything we had as friends. Look!

(Drake rushes over to a nearby covered object, pulling the black sheet off of it to reveal a picture of Hexa-gun celebrating together after winning at Territorial Invasion in 2015)

Drake: This MEANT something! I was just screwing around and being an asshole, but YOU? You were fighting for a cause! You were fighting to be the best! You were fighting for something you believed in whether that made you look like the villain or not! And this!

(Drake rushes over to another object, pulling the sheet off to reveal a backstage picture of Drake Jaeger – still a commentator – smiling with the newly-crowned EAW Champion, the Heart Break Gal, after Showdown Supershow: Kingsroad)

Drake: You were always optimistic and always fighting an uphill battle just to be the best! You didn’t have to cheat and steal and lie like I always have! You pulled it off through sheer hard work! You may disrespect anyone that gets in your way, HBG, but you are a good person! And Cam!

(Drake rushes over to another object, pulling the sheet off and revealing a picture of Drake and Cameron cracking skulls on the ring apron during a miscommunication at King of Elite in January)

Drake: You’re… You’re alright too! You both set an example for me and I just want to return the favor. I want to be a competitor. I want to be a good guy. Because of you. I’m truly, sincerely sorry for everything. I just want–

(“Smells Like Teen Spirit” by Nirvana plays all throughout the arena as Di Consentes and Drake Jaeger look on from the ring)

Pierre: Oh dear…

Deadprez: I think someone’s had enough of this!

(Diamond Cage makes his way out to the stage and towards the ring, dressed in jeans, an “Explicit Content” Diamond Cage t-shirt and a custom hooded vest on)

Pierre: At Reasonable Doubt, this man defeated Devan Dubian to become the new Number One Contender for the EAW Championship, and it looks as though he’s wasting no time whatsoever getting himself involved in the business of the Champ!

Deadprez: He’s rude and crude, but he’s never been one to care what others think of him – he’ll happily shove his way into your business to send a message!

(Diamond Cage nonchalantly enters the ring, picking up a microphone as “Smells Like Teen Spirit” fades out)

Drake: …

Pierre: You could cut the tension with a knife…

Drake: … I was kind of in the middle of a–

(Diamond Cage turns to the Heart Break Gal, looking directly at the EAW Championship)

Cage: Sup.

Drake: Hello?

(Diamond Cage raises his eyes until he’s staring down directly with HBG)

Cage: Whoops, forgot – your eyes are up here. Wouldn’t want your hubby to get mad. I just couldn’t help but notice you have something of mine.

(Diamond Cage flicks the center plate of the EAW Championship as HBG grows increasingly angry)

HBG: Is that so?

Cage: Yeah, see, I’d be really appreciative if you could go ahead and hand it back over to me. You have no idea what I’ve had to go through to get back to it, and I feel like if I have to go through even ONE more obstacle…

(Cage’s expression turns to a more sinister one)

Cage: … Well, you know, who knows what I’ll do.

HBG: Wow. Scary.

(HBG gets in Cage’s face, showing no intimidation)

HBG: If this belongs to you, maybe you should have been good enough to keep someone else from taking it.

Pierre: I feel like this is gonna end poorly…

(Diamond Cage chuckles before his expression turns more serious as he and HBG stare down)

Cage: You’re so confident, aren’t you? You really don’t show fear at all, huh? Yeah, I guess that figures. You’d have to be like that to get as far as you have. It’s a shame that no matter how hard you try, you only get so far. You’ve gotten pretty far, HBG. You got through everyone else, but you didn’t get through me.

(Cage paces back and forth, chuckling once more)

Cage: You know, I still think about Road To Redemption. I’m still thinking about that Chamber match, when you and Tiberius formed your little alliance – your little mini-Hexa-gun reunion. Just to take me out. Sure, you still needed Jay to show up and attack me from behind, but HEY, you pulled it off! Congrats! You eliminated me. You took me out of the match. You took away the last chance I had to be EAW Champion again.

(Cage starts visibly breathing heavier as he stops pacing)

Cage: You bitch.

(HBG smiles)

HBG: Cage, Cage… There’s a big difference between you and I that I don’t think you understand. You got eliminated, and I didn’t. I became EAW Champion, and you? You didn’t. You know why? Not some conspiracy. Not because you were screwed, and not because I was given better opportunities. It’s because you weren’t good enough. You still aren’t. That’s why I’m EAW Champion and that’s why you’ve spent, what, 3 years? 4 years? How long have you spent trying to get this Title back? You know how long it took me to get it after showing up on Showdown? Not even a year. You’re Tiberius. You’re Drake. You’re every single person that got in my way. You’re just the face of the next piece of trash I’m throwing away.

Drake: Piece of trash is a little harsh…

Cage: I’m tired of all the foreplay, I want my f*cking Championship, and you’re gonna give me the match I’m owed. Hell, I don’t even need to wait on a match. I’ll beat your ass right now, and I’ll beat Cam’s ass too. And–

Drake: You’ll have to go through me.

Cage: And I’ll beat the ass of ANYONE else who gets in my way, do you understand me? I’m not stopping until I get that Title back around my waist. By any means–

(Drake grabs the shoulder of Cage and turns him around as a surprise Cage stares down with Drake)

Cage: …. I’m not interested in an interview. Go back to commentary.

(Cage tries to turn back to HBG, only for Drake to pull him back)

Drake: I’M NOT A COMMENTATOR! I SAID YOU’LL HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME!

Cage: Huh? Why would I give a shit about you?

Drake: You show up here and ruin my apology, and have the balls to IGNORE me? You goofy-looking, hair-losing, greasy, serial killer-looking, body odor-having, stupid, motherfu…

(Drake stops himself, trying to calm himself down)

Drake: I’m a good guy now. I’m a good guy now… Alright.

(Drake turns back to Cage)

Drake: If you want to fight someone so bad, then face me. Next week, right here on Showdown.

HBG: Drake, I explicitly told you not to get involved in my business.

Drake: I’m not, HBG. This is my business. This jackass interrupted me. He disrespected me. And right now he has a shot at the EAW Championship, so what better way to prove that shot belongs to me than by beating him within an inch of his… By beating him fair and square in the ring? You don’t know who you’re screwing with, guy. This isn’t JUST Drake Jaeger. This is the NEW Drake Jaeger! This is “Good Guy” Drake Jaeger! I’m gonna make a name for myself, and I’m gonna do it at your expense, so if you want a fight, I’m right here.

(Diamond Cage stares down with Drake for several seconds before bursting into laughter)

Cage: This is too good! This is great!

(Cage looks back and forth between HBG and Drake)

Cage: I can’t get my Title shot yet, but I get to beat the shit out of your buddy here?

(Cage turns back to Drake with a serious expression)

Cage: Sounds good to me. I’ll see you next week, “Good Guy”.

(Cage slaps Drake hard on the shoulder before taking his leave, walking through Di Consentes and briefly staring down with Heart Break Gal again before exiting through the ropes as “Smells Like Teen Spirit” picks back up)

Pierre: A very tense situation! It looks as though Drake has actually… I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… It looks like he’s turned over a new leaf! At least from the looks of things…

Deadprez: I’m not sure what to make of it either, but it certainly seems like HBG and Diamond Cage have a score to settle, and Cage intends to take it out on Drake Jaeger next week on Showdown! I can’t wait for that!

Pierre: That’s right, a huge EAW Championship contest is on the horizon, but for now it looks like next week we’ll see Diamond Cage take on, uhm… “Good Guy” Drake Jaeger!

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

(The camera pans back to the arena. “Executioners Tax” by Power Trip hits as Shane Gates steps onto the stage. He stares around the arena before heading down to the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd)

Aaron Fitzpatrick: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from Huntington Beach, California! Weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds! SSHHHAAANNNNEEEE GGGGAAAATTTTEEEESSSS!!!!

Pierre: Debut tonight for Shane Gates. A great opportunity for Gates to get his career off to a great, great start with a victory over a recent debutant in Desmond Helms.

(“Fever” by Deaf Havana hits as Desmond Helms steps onto the stage to a chorus of boos. Helms raises a single finger in the air and points to himself as he makes his way down the ramp)

Aaron Fitzpatrick: And his opponent! From Western Suburbs, Sydney, Australia! Weighing in at eighty kilos! He is the ANTI-FLOG! DEEESSSMOND HEEEEELLLLLMMMMMSSSS!!!

Deadprez: It was an impressive debut from this man two weeks. In his hometown representing the his people as the “King of the Westies” or whatever that means.

Pierre: Brash and arrogant, he’s certainly not short on confidence.

(Helms circles the ring, still with a finger raised and pointing to himself before sliding into the ring)

Deadprez: And despite it all he’s not too well appreciated by this rowdy Buffalo crowd or even two weeks ago in Pittsburgh. But it doesn’t seem to bother him whatsoever.

(The official checks both competitors before calling for the bell)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Pierre: Both men circle the ring and step forward into a collar and elbow tie up! Shane Gates gets the first upperhand, overpowering Helms and locks him in a side headlock! But Helms is quick to respond, pushing Gates towards the ropes and wraps his arms around the middle rope, forcing the official to intervene and force Gates off Helms.

Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Deadprez: And Gates responds breaking the hold at the final possible second. Gates argues with the referee as the official warns him before pushing him aside– AND HELMS WITH A THUMB TO THE EYE! HE’S ABSOLUTELY PROUD OF IT TOO! Gates stumbling back trying to shake off the cobwebs and Helms only gloats to the crowd, truly proud of his efforts! The official turns to Helms to warn him likewise but Helms doesn’t stop for a second, pushing past the referee and delivers a stiff kick to the mid-section of Gates!

Pierre: Gates responds with a stiff left shot but Helms responds immediately with another kick to the mid-section– SUPERKICK! Helms follows it up with a superkick and Shane Gates looks like he’s seeing stars! Stumbling around the ring, trying to maintain his balance. Desmond Helms really isn’t wasting the opportunity he’s getting here in EAW on Showdown. Helms with a snapemare, taking Gates down into a seated position! Helms charges towards the ropes, he passes Gates and passes him again. Helms really building up the momentum!

Deadprez: AND HE CONNECTS WITH A SLAP TO THE FACE! ALL THAT BUILD UP FOR NOTHING MORE THAN A DISRESPECTFUL SLAP!

Pierre: That might have just woken Shane Gates up a bit! Desmond Helms is laughing in his face, encouraging him to get back to his feet. Gates isn’t wasting any time, scrambling back to his feet and Helms bounces back to his! Gates charges towards Helms but Helms steps out of the way and throws him onto the ropes. Helms charges towards the opposite side of the ring but Gates pumps the breaks, takes off after him and connects with a knee to the ribs for Desmond Helms! Helms flips over and crashes to the canvas. Gates quickly dives into the cover hooking both legs!

Ref: OOONNNEEE!!! TTTWWWO–

Deadprez: Helms kicks out at two! Gates bounces back to his feet and repeatedly stops away at the mid-section of Helms! Helms trying to cover up but Shane Gates is relentless in his assault! Repeated shots over and over and over again! Helms using his place in the ring to desperately slide out of it but Shane Gates really isn’t giving him much of an opportunity to breath, chasing him out of the ring and immediately drives Helms into the ring steps! Desmond Helms bouncing off Gates drags Helms back to his feet and rolls him into the ring; Gates slowly jumps onto the ring apron–

Pierre: DESMOND HELMS KICKS THE MIDDLE ROPE INTO THE GROIN OF SHANE GATES! GATES COLLAPSES INTO THE RING! NO, COME ON, HELMS STOOPING TO DESPERATE LEVELS! BUT DESMOND HELMS DRAGS HIM TO HIS FEET, LIFTS HIM UP IN THE SUPLEX AND DRIVES GATES SKULL FIRST INTO THE CANVAS THE KHE SANH! THE BRAINBUSTER CONNECTING SWIFTLY AND CLEANLY!

Deadprez: But Helms is wasting time. He could put Gates away right here, right now, but he’s toying with Gates! Gates trying to climb back to a vertical base and Helms slaps him around the back of the head.

Desmond Helms (no mic): Come you, flog. Get up yeah?

Pierre: But I think Helms has had enough fun! Helms drags Gates back to his feet and locks him in for the Sunet Driver! But Gates! Gates with enough in him to lift Helms up and over his head! Helms stumbles back to his feet, Shane Gates remains on his and Gates connects with a kick to the mid-section! DEAD MAN! Gates drives Helms to the canvas with the inverted sitout side powerslam!

Deadprez: Desmond Helms doesn’t look like he’s enjoying this right now! Helms trying to get back to his feet but Gates isn’t looking to give Helms a chance to get back into this match! Gates pulls Helms in by the tights and locks him in for the piledriver! But Helms is quick to respond to the dangerous situation; a knee to the skull but not enough to break the piledriver position! Gates lifts Helms up once more but this time Helms manages to shift his weight and break out of the hold and transitions right into a ripcord hold! Helms spins Gates around– AND A KICK TO THE GROIN, RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE REFEREE!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Pierre: GOD DAMN IT.

Aaron Fitzpatrick: Here is your winner by disqualification….SSHHHAAANNNNEEEE GGGGAAAATTTTEEEESSSS!!!!

(Gates holds his groin in pain as Desmond Helm gloats. The official assists Gates as Helms acts as if the referee is raising his hand in victory)

Deadprez: I hate this guy, Pierre. He’s always proud of himself no matter how he gets it done in the ring. Thumb to the eye, disrespecting his opponent with a slap, kicking the rope to the groin and he can’t even let his opponent score a clean pinfall victory. HE’S…HE’S A FLOG!

Pierre: You would expect better, especially if it’s someone who says they have the talent to achieve great things here in EAW. Desmond Helms getting himself disqualified. Shane Gates getting robbed of a great victory here tonight in his debut.

(“Fever” by Deaf Havana hits. Helms climbs to the second rope and gloats to the crowd)

Desmond Helms (no mic): GET AROUND ME FELLLLAAAASSS!!!

(The crowd again roars with boos as Helms basks in his own praise as the camera fades to black)

(The camera cuts backstage to Jacob Moore walking through the backstage area.)

Moore: I can’t believe it. Did you see that! I had it won! I should be the National Elite Champion! Nobi is a thief! Nobi isn’t a champion!

(Moore continues to walk through yelling at the top of his lungs, pointing at producers he walks by.)

Moore: You know it! You know it! So do you! And you! You! YOU! YOU!

(Moore stops in his tracks as Daryl Kinkdale walks into the cameras view.)

Daryl: If you were the champion, you would have the championship.

Moore: Sure, Jan.

Daryl: Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t introduce myself. Daryl Kinkdale’s the name. Showdown’s NEWEST signee.

Moore: And that’s meant to get me my championship how?!

Daryl: It’s not. I’m just here to make the right impression.

(Daryl suddenly nails Moore with a stiff forearm before throwing him into technical equipment. Moore clutches at the back of his head.)

Daryl: There was something that I forgot the mention. My arrival meant that Showdown had to let someone go. You shouldn’t be worrying about where the National Elite Championship – you should be worried about how you’re going to find another job.

(Daryl walks away as the realisation that he’s lost his job covers the face of Moore before the camera fades elsewhere.)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

[Florida Man vs Sun Jiao-Long – TO BE POSTED]

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

(The camera cuts to a video showing the highlights of the hellacious Hell in a Cell match at Reasonable Doubt between Ares Vendetta and Theron Nikolas. The video cuts between shots of the big moments of the match; Theron back body dropped off the stage, Theron’s Sunset Flip Powerbomb sending Ares through the announcers table, Theron kicking out of the Pedigree Driver, Ares kicking out of two Touch of Heroines and lastly Ares destroying Theron until he couldn’t physically muster the strength to kick out.)

Pierre: Last week at Reasonable Doubt, we all saw one of the most barbaric matches that we ever have between Ares Vendetta and Theron Nikolas. We’ve tried our hardest to get a word with Theron after his loss, but the man has refused to speak to anyone. Fortunately enough, we’ve been able to get in contact with the medical staff that assessed him at Reasonable Doubt and doctors throughout the week.

Deadprez: He was warned about what was going to happen.

Pierre: Word going around right now is that Theron Nikolas is expected to be out for a little over a month. The damage isn’t as bad as they first thought, but the injuries suffered at the hands of Ares Vendetta definitely needs time to heal. Theron is said to be returning to Showdown next week, but we do not know what for. Right now, that’s all that we’re able to say or know about the situation. We’ll look to keep you as updated as possible if more come through.

(The camera cuts back to the ring as Aaron Fitzpatrick stands ready.)

Aaron Fitzpatrick: This bout is scheduled for ONE FALL–

Crowd: –ONE FALL!

Aaron Fitzpatrick: Introducing first, all ready in the ring, from Somewhere in Florida, weighing in 215 pounds, he is “The Amazing Alcoholic”, FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRDAAAAAAAAAAAA MAAANNNNNNNNNNN!!

Deadprez: If there is anyone that can stand toe-to-toe with Desmond Helms in a drinking match, it would be Florida Man!

Pierre McGuire: One of the few newer member to Showdown from the EAW Shakeup, Florida Man plans to use this match to continue climbing up the ranks in EAW.

(“Flight” by Rich Brian plays as SUN Jiao-Long comes out from the curtain as the crowd gives somewhat a positive reaction as he raises his arms up before putting them down and going down the ramp.)

Aaron Fitzpatrick: Introducing his opponent, from Hong Kong, China, weighing in 155 pounds, he is “The Water Dragon”, SUNNNNNNNNN JIAOOOOOOOOOOO LOOOOOOOONGGGGGGGGGG!!

Deadprez: Just what EAW needs, another Asian. Someone point him to where Empire is please.

Pierre McGuire: Sun Jiao-Long is one of the newer signings of EAW in the past month. He comes from Hong Kong, China and he has devoted his entire life to wrestling. He wants to be able to please the ones who watch him like those icons that he watched as a child. I cannot wait to see how this match goes.

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

Deadprez: Can someone tell Florida Man that his match is up?

(Florida Man is shown drinking out of his alcohol canteen, paying no attention to SUN.)

Pierre McGuire: Well, Florida Man is not called “The Amazing Alcoholic” for nothing. Florida Man puts down his canteen. He looks a little wobbly, don’t you think Deadprez?

Deadprez: He’s drink, Pierre! Isn’t it more obvious? Florida Man has his hands out read to lock with SUN Jiao-Long, but SUN cannot help, but laugh at Florida Man. I mean, I don’t blame him, this guy is wasted!

Florida Man: What are you laughing at Ching Chong Man? Did I do something funny?

(SUN Jiao-Long does not say anything, but he has a happy smile at his face as he tries his hardest not to burst out to laughter.)

Florida Man (slurs): Just…so you know. I am very happy about the North and South Korea Unification for the Winter Olympics! Asians should all united as one! Due to that, I am willing to protest this match up so Americans like myself and Asians like yourself can live in harmony on Showdown. What do you say?

(Florida Man sticks his hand out for a handshake.)

Pierre McGuire: SUN is looking at the handshake with a puzzled look on his face! Is he going to accept the handshake? Well, why don’t you look at that? He accepts the handshake!

Deadprez: SIKE! SUN JIAO-LONG HAS FLORIDA MAN BRIDGING BACK! WRATH OF THE JADE! THE BACKBREAKER LARIAT CONNECTS SUN GOES FOR THE COVER!

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!! TWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!! THHHRRREEEEEEEEE!!

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

(“Flight” plays as the referee raises SUN Jiao-Long’s hand up in the air.)

Aaron Fitzpatrick: The winner of this match, SUNNNNNNNN JIAOOOOOOOO LOOOOONNNNGGGGG!!

Pierre McGuire: Well, that match was pretty short, but interesting. It only took one move for SUN to win the match.

Deadprez: Florida Man just wanted to unite everyone! I mean, sure he was a drunken idiot, but his heart was in the right place at least.

Pierre McGuire: Well, welcome to Showdown, SUN Jiao-Long!

Aaron Fitzpatrick: This bout is scheduled for ONE FALL–

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(“This Charming Man” by The Smiths play as Charlie Marr walks confidently to the ring. He trash talks to the crowd.)

Aaron Fitzpatrick: Introducing first from–

Deadprez: DEVAN DUBIAN STRIKES CHARLIE MARR FROM BEHIND! CHARLIE MARR FLAT ON HIS FACE! DEVAN DRAGS CHARLIE’S BODY BY THE ARM AS HE PICKS HIM UP AND RAMS HIM AGAINST THE RING APRON! THE REFEREE IS TRYING TO GET DEVAN AWAY FROM CHARLIE! DEVAN ROLLS TO THE RING AS HE WAITS PATIENTLY IN THE CORNER! The referee rolls Charlie into the ring. He asks Charlie is he is good enough to compete. Charlie nods to the referee without hesitation. He holds onto the ropes to get himself back up!

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

Pierre McGuire: Charlie swings at Devan with a fist to the face–NO, DEVAN CONNECTS WITH A GIANT BOOT SENDING CHARLIE TO THE GROUND! CHARLIE BEGINS TO GET ON FOURS. DEVAN BACKS TO THE CORNER. IS HE GOING TO DO WHAT I THINK HE IS GOING TO DO? THIS MOVE HAS TO BE ONE OF THE MOST DEVASTATING MOVES IN EAW! CHARLIE DOES NOT KNOW WHAT IS COMING!

Deadprez: PROPEL TO PARADISE! THE PUNT KICK TO CHARLIE MARR! THIS IS OVER AS DEVAN DUBIAN GOES FOR THE COVER!

ONNNEEEEEEEEEE!! TWWOOOOOOOOO!! THHHREEEEEEEEE!!

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

(“The Sky is a Neighborhood” by The Foo Fighters play as the referee raises Devan Dubian’s hand up in the air.)

Aaron Fitzpatrick: The winner of this match, DEEEEVANNNNNNNN DUUUUBBBBBBIIIAAAANNNNNN!!

Deadprez: My god! Devan Dubian just did not give a damn! He punt kicked Charlie Marr into Season 12!

Pierre McGuire: Charlie Marr may have a concussion–

Deadprez: BLEEDING EDGE ON CHARLIE MARR! THE REFEREE IS YELLING AT DEVAN TO GET OUT OF THE RING! DEVAN SHRUGS AS HE EXITS THE RING. SOMEONE NEEDS TO GET CHARLIE MARR SOME HELP!

Pierre McGuire: Devan Dubian smirking at his work as he walks up the ramp. He is not one happy man.

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

(Camera cuts back to the ring as Showdown returns from commercial)

Aaron Fitzpatrick: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!

Crowd: ONE FALL!!!

(“It’s My Life” by Bon Jovi hit the speakers as a confident Rex McAllister strides out from behind the curtain to a good reaction from the crowd.)

Fitzpatrick: Introducing first, from Sea Isle, New jersey and weighing in at 238 pounds… REX MCALLISTER!

Pierre: Rex McAllister on his way down with a spring in his step after picking up a HUGE win over Tiberius at Reasonable Doubt.

Deadprez: I think you should stop right there, Pierre. TIberius made the rope break. We all saw it. But personal rivalries and politics and rivalries clearly coloured how the match went down. Rex has ZERO RIGHT to be as confident as he looks right now but he’s clearly fronting. He still has a lot to prove.

(“Till I Collapse” by Eminem erupts throughout the stadium as Nobi rushes out onto the stage to receive a jubilant reception from the crowd.)

Fitzpatrick: And his opponent, hailing from Indonesia and weighing in at 251 pounds… He is your EAW NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION! NOBI!!!

Pierre: Well this is the prime chance to prove himself. The National Elite Champion is a big scalp that grows bigger every week. He is riding particularly high tonight after defending his Championship against not one, BUT TWO MEN at Reasonable Doubt. Still, this won’t be an easy match for him. McAllister himself is a former National Elite Champion, after all.

Deadprez: “Former” is the active word here. The only Champion in the ring right now is Nobi and there is a good reason for that.

(DING! DING! DING!)

Pierre: There is the bell and the two powers collide, locking up with a collar and elbow tie. Nobi attempts to swing a few punches over the guard, but McAllister weathers it well. Rex focuses on his grappling and gets the better of Nobi, pulling him in with a side headlock. No. Nobi slides his way around the back of Rex, wrapping his arms around the waist. But he can’t lock them. An alert McAllister catches Nobi by one of the wrists and begins to pry it away. He spins underneath the arm and turns it behind Nobi’s back. Hammerlock! Rex with the hammerlock locked in tight on Nobi as he jabs the odd elbow into the back of Nobi’s head to try and break him down quicker. Nobi strains against the hold… AND HE POWERS FORWARD! Nobi drags Rex along with him as he marches to the edge of the ring and steps through the ropes to force the break. AND NOBI CATCHES REX BY THE WRIST! HE TWISTS IT AROUND THE ROPES TO SEND SOME PAIN BACK THE OTHER WAY!

Referee: ONE!… TWO!… THREE!… FOUR!…

Deadprez: The official forces Nobi to break the hold but the question is how much damage has Nobi done? The Dream Chaser throws a one-two of hard punches over the ropes before pulling him back in. HEADBUTT! REX IS DAZED AND NOBI DROPS OFF THE APRON, PULLING MCALLISTER’S THROAT DOWN ONTO THE ROPE FOR A GUILLOTINE!!! Rex is flung backwards, coughing and spluttering as he struggles to catch his breath back. Meanwhile, Nobi climbs to the top turnbuckle… DIVING LEG DROP BULLDOG!!! NOBI DROPS DOWN FROM ABOVE, PLANTING REX INTO THE CANVAS BEFORE ROLLING HIM OVER FOR THE COVER!

Referee: ONE!… TWO!…

Pierre: REX THROWS THE SHOULDER UP WITH AUTHORITY! He put so much into it that not only broke the pin but turned himself from supine to prone. Rex bravely tries to force himself off the canvas BUT NOBI HAMMERS HIS SPINE WITH THE THE DOUBLE AXE HANDLE! AND ANOTHER! Nobi pummels Rex down before himself finding his feet. And now Nobi stretches down, lacing his arms around Rex’s waist before straightening up and hauling him up with a gutwrench.

Deadprez: GUTWRENCH SUPLEX BLOCKED! Rex holds firm, keeping his centre of gravity low as Nobi continues to try and heave McAllister up. It’s just not happening. Rex swings a few elbows back into Nobi’s gut. Nobi flinches – SNAPMARE NECKBREAKER CONNECTS! REX MCALLISTER TAKES A KNEE BEHIND THE GROUNDED CHAMPION AND APPLIES A REAR CHINLOCK TO GRIND HIM DOWN! Rex is showing that you don’t have to be flashy, it is not all about the big moves. He has turned things around but not with drama, by just keeping it simple, keeping it methodical and staying right on top of Nobi to give him no breathing room. Nobi is trying his best to pry Rex’s arm away but, dare I say it, it looks to be cinched in pretty deeply.

Pierre: I’m saying, you don’t give Rex enough credit at times.

Deadprez: Whatever.

Pierre: Back to the action, the crowd is roaring to cheer Nobi on and inspire him out of the predicament. Nobi hears them loud and clear. He shakes his head and kicks his feet. He POWERS up to a knee. Nobi is forcing his way back up even with Rex using his entire body weight to try and keep the National Elite Champion down. Nobi reaches and hooks Rex under the thighs. AND NOBI THROWS HIM UP! HE SLINGS REX UP OVER HIS SHOULDER! EMERALD FLOWSION!!! NO! REX FLOATS ALL THE WAY OVER AND BACK BEHIND HIM! SLEEPER!!! THE SLEEPER HOLD IS LOCKED IN TIGHT AND REX MCALLISTER BRACES IT FURTHER WITH THE BODY SCISSORS! NOBI IS PANICKING! HE’S FADING FAST!!!

Deadprez: NOBI’S LEGS ARE UNSTEADY! THERE IS STILL HOPE BECAUSE HE HAS NOT GONE DOWN BUT HE HAS GOT TO THINK FAST HERE! NOBI BACKPEDALS… HE RUSHES BACKWARDS SLAMMING REX MCALLISTER AGAINST THE CORNER TURNBUCKLES! REX HAS THE WIND CRUSHED OUT OF HIM AND IS FORCED TO RELEASE AS NOBI HOISTS HIM UP AND CARRIES HIM BACK TO THE CENTRE OF THE RING… EMERALD FLOWSION!!! THIS TIME AROUND IT CONNECTS AND NOBI SHOOTS AN OPEN PALM INTO THE AIR TO THE GLEE OF THE CROWD! YOU CAN’T SEE HIM, REX! YOU CAN’T TOUCH HIM!!! NOBI RACES OFF THE ROPES…

Pierre: DROP TOEHOLD!

Deadprez: WHAT THE HELL!?!?

Pierre: Rex brings Nobi down and steps over reaching for the crossface… THE REX LOCK!!! THE REX LOCK IS IN TIGHT AND LOOKS JUST ABOUT TO CLAIM ANOTHER BIG SCALP AFTER TIBERIUS IN THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION, NOBI! THE OFFICIAL COMES AROUND TO SEE IF NOBI WANTS TO SUBMIT BUT HE JUST PUSHES HIM OUT OF HIS WAY! NOBI WILL JUST NOT STAY DOWN AS HE COTNINUES TO CRAWL INCH BY INCH BACK TOWARDS THE ROPES. HE REACHES OUT… HE’S GOT IT! HE’S GOT THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!

Referee: ONE!… TWO!… THREE!… FOUR!…

Deadprez: The official breaks it up. BUT REX IS NOT GIVING NOBI ANY TIME TO REST! HE BRINGS THE BOOT DOWN! STOMPING INTO NOBI WITH VICIOUS INTENT! Nobi is on the ropes both literally and figuratively as Rex grabs him and RAKES HIS FACE ALONG THE LENGTH OF THE ROPE! REX SLAMS NOBI’S FACE AGAINST THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE MULTIPLE TIMES BEFORE PULLING HIM IN… AND MCALLISTER SPRINGS OFF THE TUNRBUCKLES! THE REX EFFECT – NO!!! NOBI DOESN’T GO DOWN! HE STEADIES HIMSELF AND CATCHES REX, PULLING HIM IN… FISHERMAN SUPLEX!!! REX IS DRIVEN ONTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AND IS SENT TUMBLING ACROSS THE RING!

Pierre: Rex staggers to his feet and turns back to the Champion. BUT NOBI RUSHES IN, TAKING HIM OFF HIS FEET WITH A LEAPING SHOULDER TACKLE! THEY BOTH BOUNCE UP – AND IT’S ANOTHER SHOULDER TACKLE FROM NOBI!!! REX HITS THE CANVAS HARD AS NOBI WAVES HIS HAND IN FRONT OF HIS FACE – FIVE KNUCKLE SHUFFLE! THE FIST COMES DOWN ONTO MCALLISTER’S HEAD! AND NOW NOBI WASTES NO TIME IN THROWING REX UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! HE HAS THE FIREMAN’S CARRY AND THE CROWD ARE ON THEIR FEET BECAUSE THEY KNOW WHAT COMES NEXT – ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT!!!

Deadprez: WAIT A MINUTE!!! REX FIRES OFF WITH ELBOWS TO THE SIDE OF NOBI’S HEAD! HE SLIPS FREE!!! REX IS FREE AND HE UNDERHOOKS BOTH OF NOBIS ARMS! BUTTERFLY SUPLEX CONNECTS! BUT REX DOESN’T RELEASE HIM! HE KEEPS THE BUTTERFLY LOCKED IN AND TRIES TO FORCE NOBI OVER ONTO HIS SHOULDERS…

Referee: ONE!… TWO!…

Pierre: KICKOUT! Both men scramble to their feet…REX IS THE FASTER! He takes Nobi back down with a clothesline, but Nobi immediately sweeps McAllister’s legs out from under him. NOBI MOUNTS HIM AND STARTS SWINGING FOR THE GROUND AND POUND ON REX MCALLISTER! REX IS REELING! HE SLIPS OUT AND TRIES TO PULL HIMSELF AWAY BUT NOBI HAS HIM AROUND THE WAIST! HE DRAGS REX MCALLISTER BACK UP TO HIS FEET AND KEEPS THE REAR WAISTLOCK WRAPPED IN TIGHT! REX IS DESPERATELY TRYING TO FIGHT HIS WAY OUT OF IT! HE KEEPS SWINGING ELBOW AFTER ELBOW INTO NOBI’S RIBS BUT NOBI WILL NOT FLINCH!

Deadprez: HE JUST KEEPS ABSORBING ALL OF THESE HITS! REX IS IN TROUBLE… RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!! NOBI LAUNCHES REX MCALLISTER ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE RING! REX LANDS HARSHLY AND ONLY STOPS ROLLING WHEN HE HITS THE BOTTOM TURNBUCKLE! Rex landed hard for sure there, but in spite of it all he is dragging himself back to his feet, albeit with a little leverage from the turnbuckles. He pants, staring off with Nobi across the ring as each of these men plan their next moves… AND NOBI CHARGES IN WITH A CORNER SPLASH! REX THROWS HIMSELF OUT OF THE WAY CAUSING NOBI TO BOUNCE OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! REX HAS HIM FROM BEHIND…O’CONNOR ROLL… INTO A GERMAN SUPLEX OF HIS OWN!!!

Pierre: Rex hauls Nobi back to a vertical base. ELBOW SMASH!!! MCALLISTER CLEAN’S THE INDONESIAN’S CLOCK!!! NOBI DOESN’T RETALIATE! HE’S ROCKED! REX FIRES AGAIN WITH ANOTHER ELBOW STRIKE! AND A THIRD!!! NOBI LOOKS READY TO DROP BUT REX HOLDS HIM… HEADBUTT!!! NOBI HEADBUTTS REX BUT IT IS A DOUBLE EDGED SWORD! BOTH MEN ARE SENT STAGGERING BACK FROM EACH OTHER A FEW STEPS… AND NOBI LUNGES FORWARDS WITH THE LARIAT! BUT REX DUCKS IT! HE RACES PAST HIM AND BOUNDS ON THE ROPES… SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK LANDS SQUARE IN NOBI’S CHEST! THE SUCCESS CHASER IS KNOCKED OFF HIS FEET AND FALLS BACKWARDS THROUGH THE ROPES! BUT HE HOLDS ON! HE STEADIES HIMSELF FOR THE REBOUND LARIAT!!!

Deadprez: HOLD IT, PIERRE!!! REX SAW IT COMING! HE RACES OVER GRABBING NOBI’S LEGS WHILE HIS BODY IS STILL THROUGH THE ROPES! NOBI IS IN A DIRE SITUATION HERE… CATAPULT HANGMAN!!! REX MCALLISTER JUST SLINGSHOTTED NOBI’S THROAT INTO THE ROPE AND THAT IS A VERY GOOD WAY TO COLLAPSE THE WINDPIPE! NOBI’S MAKING HORRENDOUS CHOKING SOUNDS! HE CANNOT BREATH AS REX HOPS ONTO THE SECOND ROPE… THE REX EFFECT!!! THE REX EFFECT TORNADO DDT CONNECTS AND NOBI IS DRILLED SKULL FIRST INTO THAT CANVAS! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION IS DOWN AND REX MCALLISTER HOOKS THE LEG!

Referee: ONE!… TWO!… THREE!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(“It’s My Life” by Bon Jovi hit the speakers as Rex McAllister rises triumphantly to his feet.)

Fitzpatrick: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pinfall… REX MCALLISTER!!!

Deadprez: I can’t believe it. He did it…

Pierre: That’s right, Prez. You can never count this guy out. Rex McAllister pulled out another superlative performance to beat the National Elite Champion and if the belt were on the line, he’d be on his second reign right now.

Deadprez: Woah, let’s rewind a step, Pierre. I may have been a touch harsh on Rex tonight over the manner in which he got the win over Tiberius, but come on… Big match Nobi always turns it up a couple of notches when the title is on the line. We saw that too at Reasonable Doubt, remember? As it stands there is still a good reason why Nobi’s the Champ and Rex has nothing and that is all that I have to say about that.

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

(A recap is shown of The High Rollerz and Tiberius Jones brutally assaulting Showdown General Manager, Brian Daniels – ending with Tiberius hitting the Game Clincher onto exposed cement before all three men escaped through the crowd)

(The camera cuts back to the arena as Pierre McGuire is shown standing in the center of the ring with a microphone in hand)

Pierre: Last week, at Reasonable Doubt, Rex McAllister took on Tiberius Jones in a one on one contest with Brian Daniels as the Special Guest Referee. A good deal of controversy took place during that bout, ending with Tiberius tapping out. Following the match, Tiberius confronted Daniels moments before The High Rollerz – who were thrown out of the arena earlier in the night for assaulting Di Consentes after their Tag Title contest – appeared from the crowd and surrounded the ring. What took place was a heinous assault by The High Rollerz and Tiberius Jones that’s left many buzzing as to what the consequences will be. We learned days ago that Tiberius Jones has been indefinitely suspended for his participation in the attack, but right now we’ve been told we will find out what punishment – if any – awaits The High Rollerz, so I would now like to introduce both men. Please welcome David Davidson and Jack Ripley: The High Rollerz.

(After several moments, “Becoming The Bull” by Atreyu plays all throughout the arena as Jack Ripley and David Davidson make their way out to the stage and towards the ring, both dressed in street clothes as the crowd greets them with a chorus of boos)

Deadprez: Well trust me, there’s a LOT I could say in defense of these two, but I suppose the fact remains that they took things way too far in what they did at Reasonable Doubt. I think they’re both incredibly talented and NEEDED here on Showdown, but I guess there’s no much you can do after the decisions they made…

(David and Jack enter the ring, both looking calm as Pierre looks on while “Becoming The Bull” fades out)

Pierre: Jack… David… I think if you have anything you’d like to say before your fate is decided, now would probably be the time.

(Jack giggles as David rolls his eyes. David grabs the microphone from Pierre’s hand)

David: Are you serious? Is this guy for real? What are we, on death row? Do we get a final meal? We’ve been starving anyway, so how about you go get us a Happy Meal and f*ck off, Pierre!

(Ripley pushes Pierre down as a frightened Pierre scurries out of the ring. Ripley asks for a microphone as Davidson looks around at the jeering crowd)

David: I hope none of you expected us to show up here, crawling on our hands and knees, and begging for forgiveness. First of all, you’d know we’d be absolutely full of shit.

(Ripley is given a microphone, still laughing as he paces around)

Jack: And this goes for not just the idiots here in this crowd, but the idiots in the back, and the idiots who run this company. The fact that we were FORCED to defend our Championships against Di Cuntsentes is as corrupt as it gets, and I’m not even gonna bother to bring up how my partner here blatantly stopped the final count and saved the match despite the so-called “Official” calling for the bell and saying it was a three count. No point. No point at all. This company wants to flex, so you know what? We felt we were obligated to do the same damn thing!

(Davidson puts a hand on Ripley’s shoulder and nods as the crowd’s booing grows louder)

David: We were backed into a corner by this company that has been against us since day Goddamn ONE. They never wanted us. You know who they wanted? They wanted another Drake and Jones! They RoViper! They wanted Di Consentes! Bah Gawd! Bah Gawd! The first female tag team in the history of EAW to win the Tag Titles! Bah gawd! What a historic moment! What a monumental–F*CK YOU!

(Davidson and Ripley glare at the jeering crowd as they continue)

David: Each and every single one of you! We were ALWAYS the underdogs, but you know what? That’s fine. That’s always been fine with us, because we know we are the absolute BEST tag team not just in this company, but in this industry! We took this company by storm and we’ve been the Kings of this division for an entire year now! Nobody could touch us! Not Stuffed Crust! Not RoViper! Not The Triumvirate! Nobody! We scratched and clawed and proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that we ARE this division, and the fact that we’re the first and ONLY three-time Unified Tag Team Champions should speak VOLUMES.

(Ripley shakes his head)

Jack: Nah. Nah, who cares about that, right? Who cares about the 5 star matches we’ve put on, right? Who cares about the records we’ve broken, right? Who cares about the history The High Rollerz have made, RIGHT? Let’s just talk about every other piss poor tag team that walks through the Goddamn door and pretends we’ve been sitting around with our thumbs up our asses and just keeping these thrones warm for them! You people sicken me! Di Consentes getting an unwarranted rematch at our expense was the icing on the sh*t sandwich that is this company, so you know what? We took matters into our OWN hands. We made a statement! We were finished waiting around for you people to take notice, so we grabbed you by your ears and screamed it into your faces that WE ARE THE BEST AND DESERVE TO BE TREATED LIKE THE BEST!

(Davidson steps forward as Ripley tries to calm himself down)

David: And if you want to suspend us like you did to Tiberius, go right ahead. If you want to fire us, do what you gotta do. We don’t care, because you know what? We’ll take our talents elsewhere and make a different company shine, because The High Rollerz are MONEY. Always have been, and we always will be. You people just didn’t realize it until it was too late and we did what had to be done. You want to punish us? BRING IT ON! IF YOU WANT TO–

(“Penance” by contRoVersy plays all throughout the arena as the crowd erupts with cheers while The High Rollerz stop dead in their tracks)

Pierre: NO WAY!

(Robbie V calmly makes his way out to the stage, dressed in a suit and a smile on his face as the crowd continues to erupt while The High Rollerz look on in disgust and shock)

Deadprez: WHAT? WHY? WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?

(Robbie makes his way down to the ring as The High Rollerz look visibly angry, saying inaudible words in his direction)

Pierre: I DON’T KNOW, DEADPREZ, BUT HE’S HERE! FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE PAIN FOR PRIDE X, ROBBIE V IS HERE IN EAW AND HE SURPRISINGLY LOOKS MORE CHIPPER THAN EVER!

Deadprez: I DON’T LIKE THAT SMUG SMILE ON HIS FACE, PIERRE! I DON’T LIKE IT ONE BIT!

(“Penance” fades out as Robbie enters the ring after being handed a microphone. The crowd continues to cheer as Robbie seemingly ignores both of The High Rollerz, looking around at the arena)

Deadprez: I don’t care if he’s an EAW Legend, he needs to start showing The High Rollerz the respect they deserve!

(Robbie finally turns his attention to Davidson and Ripley as they stare down)

Jack: … You’re kidding, right?

David: Jesus Christ! Are you SERIOUS?! You people are like the Goddamn Hydra! We cut off one head and another appears! We FINALLY got rid of Daniels and now you… You… What even the Hell do you think you’re doing now, huh? Are you gonna take revenge because we beat up your little buddy, Robbie? Is that it? Are you gonna pull his barbed wire baseball bat out of your ass and beat us to a bloody pulp?

(Ripley gets excited as he gets next to Davidson)

Jack: Oh! Oh! Wait, I know! He won’t! He won’t because he CAN’T! Because he’s old and feeble and had to retire because he took one too many hits to the head! Who delivered that last, devastating, career-ending hit to the head again? Who was it again?

David: Hmm… Who could it have been?

Jack: Oh wait! THAT WAS US!

(Davidson gets in the face of Robbie)

David: Don’t do this. Make a smart decision for once in your pathetic life, Robbie. Just walk away. Swallow your pride and walk away. You don’t want to do this again. We broke you once, and we’ll do it again.

(Robbie stares down with Davidson for several seconds before his serious expression slowly shifts into a devious smile)

Jack: Wipe that stupid smile off of your face. What do you have to smile about?

Robbie: What do I have to smile about? Well, I mean, it’s a lovely day, isn’t it? We’ve got a sold out crowd here tonight…

(The crowd cheers)

Robbie: We’ve got the absolute BEST wrestling on the planet. We’ve got–

David: Spare us. Just get to the point. For the love of God, just get to it.

(Robbie shrugs)

Robbie: Alright, that’s fair…. Wait… Did you forget already?

Jack: …. What?

(Robbie starts to grin)

Robbie: Why you’re both here. Did you forget?

(Davidson and Ripley look at one another, slightly confused, before turning back to Robbie)

Robbie: You’re here because your fate was to be decided. Of course, for that to happen, we would need a figure of… Well, a figure of authority, if you will. One who could relay the message of what your fate would be.

Jack: Jesus Christ… Oh well. So you’re the new General Manager now that Brian is braindead. Congrats. Don’t start–

Robbie: Shut the f*ck up.

(The crowd cheers as The High Rollerz grow visibly angry while Robbie starts to get more serious, pulling at his tie)

Robbie: Why do you think I’m wearing this stupid suit? Why do you think I’m here wasting my breath on you idiots? Why? Because I took matters into my own hands. It’s not about our history. I don’t give a damn about what you two did to me last year. I don’t care about any of that. What I care about is two egomaniacal pieces of trash that think they can be the inmates and run the asylum because they weren’t good enough to hold on to their Titles.

David: Ohhh, you are ONE to talk. It all makes sense now. No WONDER why Di Cuntsentes got another shot. I guess you could call it “backstage politics”, couldn’t you? How far did they have to go? Especially your–

(Robbie gets directly in the face of David Davidson)

Robbie: I’m not the General Manager of Showdown. I’m the Vice President of this company.

Deadprez & Pierre: WHAT?!

Robbie: So I suggest you think very, very carefully about how sure you are you’re not afraid of losing everything. This isn’t about just getting punished. You’re walking on a wire and I’m the only thing keeping you from falling off into a deep dark pit of obscurity. I’m the Vice President of EAW, and as of right now, I’ll be the acting General Manager of Showdown. Are you still feeling rebellious, boys? Do we still feel like raging against the machine and cracking skulls?

(Robbie looks at both Davidson and Ripley)

Robbie: … You’re here right now and not in a bingo hall barely making a living because I decided not to fire you both on the spot and make sure you never step foot in this company again. Tiberius was the one to make an example out of there, but you? The both of you – you serve an even better purpose. You know, it’s funny, really… I mean, you spent so long being so sure you were fighting an uphill battle when Brian was running things, but now? NOW?

(Robbie chuckles and shakes his head)

Robbie: That’s the least of your worries. Things are gonna change here, and you won’t do a Goddamn thing about it. For instance, your Unified Tag Title rematch clause?

(Robbie snaps his fingers)

Robbie: Gone. You won’t be allowed to even THINK about the Tag Team Championships until I say so.

Deadprez: Come on! He can’t do that!

Robbie: But don’t worry, guys. Don’t worry about it, because tag team action? That’s in the past. That’s over and done with. You guys deserve… Something better. You deserve to show what you have… Individually.

Deadprez: He can’t be serious…

Robbie: In fact, I’ve got a HUGE match for the two of you!

(Davidson and Ripley reluctantly look at one another as Robbie continues)

Robbie: How does this sound? At the next Showdown Supershow… It’ll be…. Jack Ripley…. VERSUS….. David Davidson.

Jack: Shocking.

(Robbie laughs and nods)

Robbie: I know, I know! Who would have thunk it? Hey, good luck to the both of you.

(Robbie starts to take his leave, but immediately stops himself as he puts up a finger)

Robbie: Ohhh… One more thing… If you two try to get out of it or refuse to compete… You’re fired on the spot. Hope it was worth it. Buckle in, because as of right now, this is the start of the rest of your lives. No hard feelings though, right?

(Robbie takes his leave as “Penance” picks back up)

Deadprez: Unbelievable! This is corruption at its finest! Robbie V just shows up and tells them he’s the new Vice President of this company and now he FORCES them into this match?! He can’t do that, can he?!

Pierre: I honestly don’t know, but it seems like it! He doesn’t seem to give a damn about sugar coating any of it! He’s out for blood! We’ve got a new VP and acting General Manager and he happens to be the worst possible person The High Rollerz wanted to be confronted by!

Deadprez: I can’t believe this… And now not even letting them compete as a team?! Making them fight each other?! This… God, I have a headache.

Pierre: Well nonetheless, we’re all out of time, but things have taken a very unexpected turn tonight! We’ll find out more about the situation as we head towards Showdown’s next Supershow event! Thank you all for joining us, signing off for Deadprez, I’m Pierre McGuire, and we’ll see you next week on Showdown!

(David Davidson and Jack Ripley loudly cuss and flip out inside the ring as the camera fades to black)

(EAW Logo Buzzes)

 

 

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