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8-13-2017

(The camera shows the backway of the MegaSport Arena in Moscow, Russia as a car is shown arriving. After a few moments, an angry-looking Rex McAllister exits the car, dressed in street clothes with his bag as Max A. Million rushes up to him with a microphone in hand)

Max: Rex! Can I get a word on–

Rex: No. Get the Hell out of my way.

(Rex continues to make his way into the arena as Max cautiously follows)

Max: Well, is there any–

Rex: Shut up! What do you need to know, Max?!

(Rex turns to Max)

Rex: Wanna know if I’m angry? You’re Goddamn right I’m angry! I was screwed out of winning the EAW Championship! Are you blind?! Who the Hell wouldn’t be angry?! Who–

(A frightened-looking Max looks at something off-screen as an annoyed Rex turns to see what it is as the camera pans over to reveal John Doe sitting nearby, watching)

Rex: You…

(Rex storms up to John Doe, who remains unfazed, cocking his head to the side)

Rex: You’re the reason for this! I don’t know who the Hell you think you are or what you’re doing, but you would be smart to stay out of my damn business!

(Doe says nothing as he stands up, looking Rex in the eyes with a stoic expression that slowly turns into a smile)

Doe: You’re the reason for this.

(Rex looks at Max in confusion before looking back at John Doe)

Rex: Excuse me? What the Hell did you just say?

(Doe slightly shrugs)

Doe: You let it happen.

Rex: … Let WHAT happen?

Doe: Everything. You let Dubian attack you. You let them gang up on you at Diablo. You let them screw you over. It’s your fault, because you let them get this far.

Rex: … Seriously, who do you think you are?

Doe: …. Me? Well… I’m clearly the only friend you’ve got, as far as I can tell. The rest of these people – they don’t respect you. They don’t want something new. They want what they’ve always had. What they’ve grown accustomed to. They cheered for the Heart Break Gal, and they cheered for Devan Dubian, but you? They booed you, didn’t they? They protested every win you got. It’s been you against the World, Rex. I’m just… Leveling the playing field. I could have helped you last week, but you needed to see for yourself what you’re up against. You look angry, and I’m sure you’ll go to Daniels about all of this, but you know what I would do if someone took an opportunity like that from my hands?… I’d kill them.

Rex: You think any of that matters to me? I don’t give a damn WHO’S behind me. Understand? Yeah, you’re right, these people want to see people like HBG and Dubian stay on top, but I’m gonna change that. I’m gonna change this entire company, and I’m gonna do that by taking the World Title that they screwed me out of! I never asked for your help, freak.

(Doe slightly shrugs with an indifferent expression)

Doe: And you’ll never have to. I haven’t done anything because you wanted it done. I do it because I enjoy it. It’s fun. And you…. You, Rex, have made things very, very fun. I can see it in you. You’re not the Heart Break Gal or Devan Dubian. The only joy I get out of those two is when I see them humiliated, but you? You can be the one doing the humiliating. You just need a push in the right direction. You wanna change things? Not gonna happen. If you can’t change the World, you gotta change yourself. Make things a little fun for me.

(John Doe walks away as Rex McAllister looks on)….

(Showdown Intro plays; featuring “Believer” by Imagine Dragons)

(Camera cuts to the MegaSport Arena in Moscow, Russia as blue pyro explodes all across the stage before capping off with one final explosion. The camera pans throughout the arena as the crowd erupts with cheers while “Believer” continues to play in the background)

Pierre: WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, TO ANOTHER EDITION OF EAW’S LONGEST-RUNNING WEEKLY EPISODIC SERIES! THIS IS SHOWDOWN!

(The camera transitions to Pierre McGuire and Drake Jaeger at the Showdown Announce Table)

Pierre: I am Pierre McGuire, joined here by my very handsome partner–

Drake: Woah, woah, woah — watch the phrasing and the compliments or I swear to God I’ll move my chair back several more feet! I’m Drake “The Commentator” Jaeger, here to keep you from hitting that “Mute” button on your remote and keeping you from cutting your cable entirely and just binging through Game of Thrones on HBO Now! On a side note, this episode of Showdown is brought to you by HBO Now! I don’t want to pay 15 dollars a month for that sh*t, but go for it if you’ve got the money! What were we talking about?

Pierre: Anyway, welcome to Showdown, and what a show we’ve got for you tonight as Diamond Cage and Theron Nikolas return to the ring in a HUGE way as they compete against one another for a shot at Tiberius IV’s EAW Championship!

Drake: And tonight, Ryan Marx becomes yet another Champion to fall at the knees of Tiberius! There’s some other stuff going on tonight, but I don’t remember, so let’s just get things started already with our first match of the night! Take it away, anonymous Ring Announcer!

(“Pomp and Circumstance” plays all throughout the arena as a confident Johnny Nova makes his way out to the stage in his usual colorful attire)

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall!…. First, making his way towards the ring…. From Detroit, Michigan!…. Weighing in at 197 Pounds!…. “MACHO MAN” JOHNNY NOOOOOOOOVVVVVAAAAAAAAA!!!….

Drake: Well for some reason, we haven’t heard a whole lot out of Johnny Nova’s mouth as of late – is it possible he burned his tongue too when he got put through that Flaming Table at Dia Del Diablo? Nonetheless, whether he’s a burned up freak now or not, he’s looking for some redemption after that loss to Ryan Marx last week.

(“I Get Money” by 50 Cent plays all throughout the arena as a determined David Davidson makes his way out to the stage alongside Jack Ripley, both men with the EAW Unified Tag Team Championships around their waists)

Announcer: And his opponent!…. Making his way towards the ring!…. Weighing in at 205 Pounds!…. HE IS–

Pierre: HOLD ON–DAVIDSON SLIDES INTO THE RING AND CHARGES NOVA, TAKING HIM DOWN WITH THESZ PRESS! BOTH MEN ARE THROWING LEFTS AND RIGHTS AS THE REFEREE CALLS FOR THE BELL TO START THIS!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Drake: NOW THIS IS MORE LIKE IT! WHY CAN’T EVERY MATCH GET IT STARTED LIKE THIS?! NOVA IS ON THE DEFENSE AS DAVIDSON JUST LAYS INTO HIM! HE CAN’T DO A DAMN THING! Nova finally forces him off as both men race back up to their feet! NOVA’S UP FIRST AS HE CHARGES! DAVIDSON DROPS HIM WITH A BIG SPINEBUSTER! DAVIDSON IS BACK UP, STOMPING INTO THE BODY OF NOVA! He looks to be letting out every ounce of aggression he’s harbored from last week! A damaged Nova is doing all he can to back into the nearest corner, but Davidson won’t stop the attack! He nails Nova in the face with a boot! Davidson backs up… HE COMES CHARGING IN! CANNONBALL SENTON INTO NOVA!! Davidson is back up, dragging Nova up… HE PULLS HIM IN! HE’S GOT HIM UP!! CHA-CHING!!! BEAUTIFUL IMPALER DDT PLANTS NOVA INTO THE CANVAS!!

Pierre: I don’t think I’ve ever seen David Davidson so aggressive! He looks like a man possessed, and so does his partner, Jack Ripley! He’s telling Davidson to destroy his opponent! Davidson now just stalking Nova! Nova looks like he may have gotten concussed off of that Impaler DDT! He’s struggling to get back up! DAVIDSON CHARGES AS NOVA’S UP!! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!! A VIOLENT DISCUS BIG BOOT NEARLY TAKES NOVA’S HEAD OFF HIS SHOULDERS!! HE’S NOT DONE! DAVIDSON DRAGS NOVA BACK UP!! HE’S GOT HIM!! HURTZ DONUT!!!! A BRUTAL OMEGA DRIVER SENDS JOHNNY NOVA HARD INTO THE CANVAS AS DAVIDSON COVERS HIM!

Referee: ONE!!!!!!!………. TWO!!!!!!!!!……… THREE!!!!!!!!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(“I Get Money” by 50 Cent plays all throughout the arena as David Davidson gets back up to his feet while Jack Ripley joins him in the ring)

Announcer: The Winner of this contest by pinfall….. DAVID DAAAAAAAVVVVVVIIIIIIDDDDSSSSOOOOOONNNN!!!!

Drake: That was beautiful! I loved it! 5 stars! Give me more of that! Nova disappointing his fans even harder than Nobi! David Davidson absolutely mowed him down tonight! There’s a fire lit under the asses of The High Rollerz after last week!

Pierre: A very impressive showing from ½ of the EAW Unified Tag Team Champions! David Davidson just sent a powerful message–

Drake: Hold on, shut the Hell up, Pierre! Ripley just took the microphone from the Ring Announcer!

(Ripley and Davidson pace around the ring as “I Get Money” fades out)

Ripley: ARES! LANNISTER! GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE! WE KNOW YOU’RE WATCHING, SO GET OUT HERE!

(Several seconds pass as The High Rollerz grow angrier and angrier)

“PRODI-GIA”

“COMPLO-RATUS”

“SILENS, ORO”

“REGNET EXITIUM”…

(“Veni Vidi Vici” by contRoVersy plays all throughout the arena as Ares Vendetta and Darth Lannister make their way out to the stage dressed in suits and microphones in their hands)

Ripley: Cut their stupid music!

(“Veni Vidi Vici” fades out as both teams stare down)

Ripley: Don’t even bother trying to explain your actions, because we already get it! You’d have to be a freakin’ idiot to not get it! The Vendetta and Lannister families had a make-up orgy and now they’ve been reunited and it feels so good, right? Wrong! It doesn’t matter what the Hell brought you two together after how long you spent trying to murder each other! It doesn’t matter why you’re here or what you want! Hell, we KNOW what you want! These, right?

(Ripley and Davidson hold up the Unified Tag Team Championships as Ares and Lannister look on)

Ripley: Well guess what – not happening! See, I don’t know if you just started paying attention or not, but nobody just WALKS in and gets a Title shot! Nobody! I don’t care who you are or where you’re from! Nobody! You want a shot at the most prestigious Titles in this industry? You’ll have to earn it! You’re not getting a shot at our Titles, but you know what you did last week WILL get you? The biggest asskicking of your LIFE! If you want a shot at these Titles, come on down and fight WITHOUT ambushing us! Let’s see who’s still standing when it’s over! Come on!

(Ripley throws down the microphone as both he and Davidson egg Ares and Lannister on)

Pierre: The High Rollerz showing some actual honor here tonight! I’m surprised!

Drake: Showing utter stupidity is more like it! Who the Hell do they think they are to throw the gauntlet down in front of two guys like Ares and Lannister?!

(Ares paces back and forth on the stage while Lannister remains stoic, standing still)

Ares: To no surprise at all, you two mongrels bark very loudly. It’s a shame your bite is nothing impressive. If it were, you would have been able to get rid of my father properly.

(Ripley hands the microphone to Davidson)

Davidson: Oh, but we DID get rid of your daddy, Ares! He’s gone forever because of US, not YOU! Is that what this is all about? You throwing a bitchfit because we succeeded where you failed?

(Ares chuckles as he continues to pace back and forth)

Ares: If tactics like dropping a man on his skull onto some cement is what you call “success”, then last week, what Lannister and I did to you, should be considered quite a success in of itself then, right? See, you hurt him, but you didn’t WIN… And hurt him. You failed where it mattered the most. You think hurting him meant anything? He’s been hurt before, and he always got back up. What did a loss do? It put him into a wheelchair for three years. You two know nothing. That’s why we’re here. That’s why Lannister and I set aside our differences. This brand… This company… This entire industry is filled to the brim with mongrels like you that believe they can do as they please. There needs to be order, and it’s not gonna be brought by Brian Daniels nor DEDEDE. People are led by example. People are follow Kings, not glorified spokesmen for the EAW Board. We don’t compromise with you.

Lannister: We conquer, and we rule. Ares and Lannister have simply realized that there are things he and Lannister can accomplish as allies that could never come to be individually. Tiberius rules as your EAW Champion, but you two hold pieces of gold that would be more than fitting for Ares and Lannister. You are right, Rollers. It doesn’t matter what The Triumvirate wants. It’s not for mongrels to know what their King’s intentions are. You don’t have a say here. You obey. You follow. And if you wish to fight it, you will fall.

Ripley: Jeeeeesus… Talk, talk talk! Is that all you’re gonna do? If you want to show us what powerful Kings you are, then come on down! Let’s show the World what delusional assholes you people are!

(Ares and Lannister look at one another with sadistic smiles on their faces. They look towards The High Rollerz as Tiberius IV and Jaywalker join them on the stage)

Ares: You don’t seem to understand, mongrels…

(The Triumvirate marches down the ramp as each man surrounds the ring)

Ares: We are Kings, and this is our Kingdom.

(Ares climbs up on the apron, shaking his head as he looks at The High Rollerz)

Ares: We don’t rule by doing what you want of us. We make the rules. We strike when we want, and we strike whoever we want. It’s doesn’t matter if it’s “right” or “wrong” in your eyes, because what are you? You’re nothing to us. We don’t fight, we battle. And we win battles by any means necessary. What does it matter how you win, as long as you win? There’s no logic or rationale in War, and if you question that’s what this is, then just look around and show me one ounce of mercy or honor or duty here. People stab one another in the back like it’s nothing here. They beat one another within an inch of their lives to get what they desire. They hunt, and they kill. This is a jungle, and we are the Lions of it. I suggest you watch your tongues, mongrels, because you’re the ones here at the foot of our thrones, not the other way around. Those Championships you hold mean nothing until they’re around our waists. Right now we could beat you into a coma and ensure you never step inside of a ring again long before anyone comes to save you. Only the strong get the right to mercy, and that’s what this is. We’re showing you mercy… For now. Just know who has the power here. The power to end you at any moment, and not doing it, until we feel like it. We’ll take those Championships, and we’ll take them on our terms, when we want to.

(Ares climbs off the apron as he and the rest of The Triumvirate take their leave back up the ramp while The High Rollerz look on from the ring)

Drake: Now that’s how you do it! Holy Hell, that was beautiful! Did you see TJ out there? He looked awesome! The Triumvirate is proving they are undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with! The High Rollerz have no idea what they were really asking for here!

Pierre: You may actually be right…

Drake: You’re making it sound like that doesn’t happen often, Pierre! I’m literally right every single damn time!

Pierre: Well nonetheless, I think The High Rollerz may have bitten off a bit more than they could chew by calling out Ares and Lannister tonight, because they’re clearly never alone! The Triumvirate showed that they don’t intend to play fair, and they will happily use their numbers to their advantage to get what they want…

(The High Rollerz speak to one another in the ring as the camera fades to commercial)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

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

(“Rise Up” by Drowning Pool plays all throughout the arena as an angry Rex McAllister makes his way out to the stage, still dressed in street clothes, carrying a microphone in one hand and a steel chair in the other)

Drake: Oh yeah, this is getting interesting!

Pierre: I don’t think I like the looks of this… Do you think what John Doe said to Rex earlier might have made him approach all of this differently?

Drake: Don’t know, don’t care! If he thinks he’s gonna use that chair on the Heart Break Gal, he’s got another thing coming! She the greatest competitor in this entire company along with TJ, so how the Hell is that measly little chair gonna stop her, huh?! He’ll need at least…. Thousands more! Thousands! And even then, I’m skeptical!

Pierre: Whatever the case, Rex looks like a man on a mission tonight! I fear for whatever he thinks he’s about to do!

(“Rise Up” fades out as Rex enters the ring, walking around as the crowd boos)

Rex: DUBIAN! HBG! I’M NOT RUNNING! YOU WANNA BLAME ME FOR YOUR LOSS AT DIABLO?! YOU WANNA SCREW ME OUT OF MY EAW CHAMPIONSHIP?! IF YOU WANTED A FIGHT, ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS ASK! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT JOHN DOE?! JOHN DOE DIDN’T BEAT YOUR ASSES AT DIA DEL DIABLO! I DID! I BEAT YOU THERE, AND I BEAT BOTH OF YOU RIGHT HERE IN THIS RING ON SHOWDOWN TOO! WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT, I’M THE FUTURE OF THIS COMPANY, AND IF I HAVE TO GO THROUGH THE BOTH OF YOU TO PROVE THAT, THEN SO BE IT! I’LL DO IT AGAIN!

(Rex continues to pace around, looking at the jeering crowd)

Rex: YOU WANTED TO FIGHT SO BADLY LAST WEEK! DOE ISN’T YOUR ENEMY HERE! IT’S ME! IF YOU–

(“This Means War” by Avenged Sevenfold plays all throughout the arena as Devan Dubian and the Heart Break Gal make their way out to the stage, each carrying a microphone)

Pierre: I really, really hope he knows what he’s getting himself into. These aren’t just any two people Rex is calling out here right now…

Drake: Hurr durr, do ya think so?! That’s the THREE-TIME Vixens Champion!

Pierre: And a former Answers World–

Drake: Nobody cares!

(“This Means War” fades out as Dubian and HBG look at one another… After a few seconds, they both turn towards Rex. Dubian drops his microphone as HBG tosses her’s to the side as both start making their way towards the ring while the crowd cheers)

Drake: IT’S ON, PIERRE! THEY’RE NOT SCREWING AROUND! THE LESS I HAVE TO HEAR DUBIAN SPEAK, THE BETTER! SOMEONE’S GONNA DIE!

Pierre: HBG AND DUBIAN SIMULTANEOUSLY SLIDE INTO THE RING AS REX SWINGS A CHAIR INTO THE SPINE OF DUBIAN! HE SWINGS IT INTO THE GUT OF HBG NOW! HE SWINGS IT–

Drake: DUBIAN TACKLES HIM WITH A THESZ PRESS! HE’S LAYING INTO REX WITH LEFTS AND RIGHTS! REX IS FIGHTING BACK WITH ALL HE’S GOT! HBG PUSHES DUBIAN OFF! SHE’S STOMPING DOWN INTO REX AS HE STRUGGLES TO GET AWAY! REX GETS UP, BUT HBG PULLS HIM IN!!! EVISCERATION!!!!

Pierre: NO–DUBIAN PUSHES HER AWAY! HE GRABS REX!! BLEEDING EDGE!!!! HBG PULLS REX AWAY FROM DUBIAN’S GRASP, SENDING HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS AS A FURIOUS DUBIAN TURNS AND LOCKS EYES WITH HBG! I THINK THEY BOTH WANT TO BE THE ONE TO END HIM!

Drake: Look at that sensitive ego of Dubian! Rex obviously belongs to HBG! She’s the one who took the pin because of all of this bullshit! Both of them are arguing with one another! Hold on! It looks like Rex has had enough! I think he realizes he was in over his head as he rolls out of the ring, making his way up the ramp! HBG AND DUBIAN SET THEIR DIFFERENCES ASIDE AS THEY EXIT THE RING, COMING FOR REX! RUN, FORREST, RUN!!!

(A wall of fire suddenly erupts from the ramp with Rex McAllister on one side and Devan Dubian and the Heart Break Gal on the other side)

Pierre: That wall of fire once again! Is John Doe still here?!

Drake: Who the Hell keeps giving that doppelganger access to pyro?! This is disgusting! How dare he stop HBG from getting her revenge once and for all! Show yourself, you perm-headed piece of sh*t!

Pierre: Hey now, let’s not be hypocritical…

Drake: WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?! SCREW YOU, PIERRE! THIS GUY IS GETTING AWAY UP THE RAMP BECAUSE OF HIS STUPID FRIEND! REX KNEW HE HAD NO BUSINESS OUT HERE! HE KNEW HE WAS IN OVER HIS HEAD! HE CAN’T RUN FOREVER FROM HBG!

(The wall of fire dies down as Rex is now on the stage while an angry Brian Daniels and security make their way out, trying to put a stop to everything)

Drake: Oh come on! Don’t be such a tease! Throw him to the wolves, Daniels! Grow some balls! You’re a coward! And if you’re listening to this later on, please don’t fire me!

Pierre: Well, Rex McAllister came out here intent on getting his payback on HBG and Devan Dubian, but it nearly became HIM getting punished until that intervention from the enigmatic John Doe… Presumably, anyway.

Drake: Like I said, you can’t hide forever! And Rex can’t run forever! I’m writing down the Heart Break Gal’s sh*tlist as we speak, and guess who the top two names are!

(Brian Daniels argues with a furious Heart Break Gal and Devan Dubian on the stage as the camera transitions backstage to Max A. Million with a microphone in hand)

Max: Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce the Voltage hand-picked representative to challenge for the EAW Openweight Championship at Territorial Invasion… Jon McAdams!

(The camera pans to the left to reveal Jon McAdams standing by in a suit, looking around)

Max: It’s great to have you here, Jon, and the EAW Fans have been buzzing about what’s to come as you take on–

Jon: Ah, yes, the EAW Fans. “Buzzing”, you say. Interesting. Far be it from me to attempt to make an assumption as to what our dear loyal fans may be thinking, but if I didn’t know any better, it sounds as though they… Have some doubt?

Max: Well… I’m not so sure about doubt. What would they be doubting?

Jon: Perhaps that I’m not capable of dethroning young Ryan Marx of his dear Championship? Who was it that he toppled to lay claim to this gold? Solomon Caine? The Sanatorium’s lackeys have been nothing short of a thorn in my side, and it should come as no surprise that they are the reason I now stand here, doubted by the EAW fans. Sovereignty itself being doubted by faces far and wide, all because Solomon Caine showed the World that Voltage does, in fact, harbor failures. I am not one of those failures. I–

???: I…

(Jon McAdams turns to lock eyes with Ryan Marx, dressed in his ring gear with the Openweight Championship on his left shoulder)

Ryan: I beg to differ. I didn’t just prove that there are some failures on your precious brand. I proved that your brand is a failure period. And that makes you a failure.

(Jon turns himself to Ryan, clearing his throat)

Jon: Is this so? You seem quite sure of yourself.

Ryan: Unlike you making claims. Claiming you can take this… Claiming you’re anything but a failure… Those are just things you say, hoping you can back them up. Me? I’ve never been one to just claim anything. You’ve spent how long around here? And what do you have to show for it? Nothing. I’m a former New Breed Champion. The holder of the Extreme Enigma Trophy. The first ever Openweight Champion, and don’t worry, Solomon Caine isn’t the only fool from The Sanatorium to fall to me. It doesn’t matter what faction you belong to, and it certainly doesn’t matter what brand you belong to. Your “Sovereign” means nothing to my 5 Pillars. You mean nothing to me.

Jon: Would you care to prove that, if you’d be so inclined? You’ve beaten men that I deem incapable of holding a candle to me. Pride comes before the fall, as they say.

(Ryan Marx smirks)

Ryan: Oh, you want an example? Stick around. Watch me beat the EAW Champion himself right there in the middle of that ring. Maybe I’ll even pay a visit to Voltage and humiliate your World Heavyweight Champion while I’m at it. When this is all said and done, I think you would be better off taking your Sovereign, and your wishful thinking, and going home to Voltage. Don’t even bother showing up.

(Jon McAdams smiles, extending a hand to Ryan)

Jon: I look forward to our match, and I’m most certainly looking forward to you “humiliating” the EAW Champion tonight. I wish you the best of luck. You’re going to need it.

(Ryan looks at the extended hand of Jon, staring him down before walking off. Jon puts his hand down, looking on as the camera fades to commercial)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

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

Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

(“Tempest” By Deftones hits the speakers as the lights go down and the crowd murmurs their discontent. After a short wait, a single spotlight illuminates the stage as Ryan Marx steps into it. He holds his EAW Openweight Championship above his head before throwing it over his shoulder and descending towards the ring.)

Announcer: Introducing first, from London, England…Weighing in at 260 pounds…He is is your EAW Openweight Champion! RYAN MARX!!!

Drake: WHAT A CHAMP! I’m telling you, Pierre. You wouldn’t understand because you’ve never won anything in your life, but this kid has just about everything a good champion needs. The Look. The Physique. The Talent. He almost reminds me of a young…me. And if that is anything to go by then Voltage can kiss their chances of taking that Openweight Championship from us goodbye.

Pierre: Well he has been storming through the competition of late. From capturing that title and the Extreme Enigma Trophy at Pain For Pride. To defending title in a hellacious branding match with Dynasty’s Maero. To the dominating performance he put out against Johnny Nova last week. You’ve got to believe this guy has every chance of going all the way with that belt and using it to springboard his way to the big one.

Drake: Woah! Woah! Woah! Don’t ruin it, Pierre. I mean…you already have but for God’s sake man!

Pierre: What now?

Drake: Look I like this kid, I really do. But you are putting too much pressure on him. Don’t get me wrong, he’s good., But he just isn’t wrestling royalty like my boy T-to-the-I-Berius

(“The Mission” by Puscifer ft. Mila Jovovich hits to vociferous jeers from the crowd. Tiberius IV bops onto the stage with the EAW World Championship. He locks eyes with Marx and unstraps the title, raising it up and pointing into the plate as he moves down the ramp.)

Announcer: And his opponent, hailing from Gaia…Weighing in at 213 pounds…He is your EAW World Champion! TIBERIUS IV!!!

Pierre: Speak of the devil…

Drake: OH MY GOD! IT’S HIM! MY BEST FRIEND!!! PIERRE, GET ME A WET TOWEL! MY NIPPLES WOULD HAVE TO START DOING CHIN-UPS TO GET ANY HARDER THAN THEY ARE RIGHT NOW!

Pierre: Um…right. We are all very excited for this next match as it promises to give us all a little taste of what may be just around the corner if both of these men continue to successfully defend their respective championships. Yes, this match may have all the makings of a worthy Pay Per View Main Event down the line.

Drake: Pierre, honestly stop stating the obvious. Every moment Tiberius is present is always equivalent or better than any Main Event on any stage you can think of. Now please just shut your trap and let me do both our jobs while you run along and fetch me my goddamn hello kitty wet cloth. Is that so freaking…forget it. Just call the action like the unimaginative fool you are.

(DING! DING! DING!)

Pierre: Both men lock up in the centre with the collar and elbow tie up. Tiberius half a step the quicker as he transitions smoothly into side headlock and here come the punches. Tiberius hammering down a fist with intent as Marx struggles to break free.

Drake: With SAVAGE intent. These are no normal punches. Marx knows this as he uses all of his strength just to shove Tiberius away. DROPKICK! Quick reactions from Tiberius as that blow sends Ryan stumbling off balance all the way back into the ropes. The predator in Tiberius follows up close behind, isolating an arm and weaving it behind the rope as he locks the joints, ALL OF THEM!

Pierre: Marx is in some visible pain, but rope holds are illegal this match so the official steps in to count Tiberius down. Marx isn’t waiting though…SPIT IN THE EYES! MARX USED TO FREE HAND TO PULL TIBERIUS’ HEAD BACK BEFORE STUNNING HIM WITH A GOB RIGHT IN THE FACE! AND MARX USES THIS OPPORTUNITY TO GET IN SOME HARD HEADHUNTING PUNCHES AND ELBOWS IN OFF HIS OWN!

Drake: THAT DAMN CHEAT!!! DISQUALIFY HIM! I take back everything I said. I hope some scrub like El Irónico rolls Ryan up and takes away that Championship. He is not worthy of ever being in the conversation for a future World Title match.

Pierre: Rules stretched on both sides as these two make absolutely clear the disdain they hold for each other. BIG UPPERCUT ROCKS TIBERIUS!!! Ryan Marx forces him back into the ropes and irish whips him across the ring…BIG BOOT!

Drake: OH COME ON!!! *incoherent muttering*

Pierre: MARX TURNS THE REBOUNDING WORLD CHAMPION INSIDE OUT WITH THAT MASSIVE SOLE OF HIS! Excellent resilience on display by Tiberius though. That boot caught him square in the jaw but he is already hauling himself off the canvas, albeit with some difficulty. Marx is right on top of him though, pulling out an arm and forcing the wrist into the small of the back for the hammerlock. RYAN HEAVES HIM UP…AND DRIVES TIBERIUS ONTO THE BACK OF HIS NECK WITH A TREMENDOUS HAMMERLOCK MODIFIED BACK SUPLEX!!! HE HOOKS THE LEG!

Referee: ONE!…TWO!…
Drake: NOT EVEN CLOSE! Our Lord and Saviour throw the shoulder up with the same authority that he has struck so many men down with.

Pierre: Would it kill you to pretend to be unbiased?

Drake: Would it kill you to roll over and die, Pierre. Yes. Do that. Champion of the World, Tiberius, takes a Champion of a rest upon the canvas. Surely a wise decision to recover energy and plot his next move befo-OH FOR PETE’S SAKE! DAMN THIS MARX! KICKING POOR TIBERIUS WHEN HE IS DOWN! STOMPING LIKE THE SHAMELESS THUG HE IS! RIGHT OUT OF THE RYAN ADAMS PLAYBOOK! WHY ARE ALL RYAN’S SUCH JACKASSES!!!

Pierre: Tiberius is reeling from that brutal…

Drake: COWARDLY!

Pierre: …Assault. As Ryan Marx continues to lay down punishment upon the EAW World Champion. Yet here is a brief moment of respite. Marx keeps his feet planted if only to lean down and scoop up Tiberius…HERE IT IS! THE FALL OF MAN!!!

Drake: NOOO! HAHA!!! RYAN WENT FOR THAT SIGNATURE FALLAWAY SLAM BY TIBERIUS SUCKERS HIM BY LANDING ON HIS FEE-UPPERCUT!!! A WORLD CHAMPION UPPERCUT CONNECTS RIGHT UNDER THE CHIN, SNAPPING RYAN’S HEAD BACK LIKE A CRASH TEST DUMMY! Now Tiberius pulls him in…SWINGING NECKBREAKER! That’ll put him in a whirl!

Pierre: Tiberius darts off as a shaken Ryan Marx staggers to his feet…AND TIBERIUS BLITZES IN WITH THE LOW DROPKICK!!! MARX’S LEG IS TAKEN OUT FROM UNDER HIM! HE DROPS TO A KNEE AS TIBERIUS SPRINGS BACK UP AND CHARGES AGAI-NOOO! MARX THROWS HIM HIGH UP INTO THE AIR WITH AN INCREDIBLE GORILLA PRESS DROP! TIBERIUS COMES CRASHING DOWN TO EARTH FROM ABOUT 8 FEET UP AS MARX DISPLAYS JUST WHAT AN IMPRESSIVE ATHLETE HE IS!

Drake: ROIDS! Get this guy out of here.

Pierre: I should remind everyone that Ryan is subject to the same wellness policy as everyone else on the Showdown roster. What we just saw was the conditioning premier athlete at work to turn the tables on a bad situation.

Drake: All I am saying is it took a two time drugs cheat to take a World Championship from Usain Bolt recently. Tiberius is our Usain, clean athletes don’t ever come close to touching him and yet here we are, Ryan Marx with his disgusting, growth hormone produced arms now being wrapped around the waist of the One True King. GERMAN SUPLEX TAKES TIBERIUS DOWN. GODDAMN! JUST BECAUSE IT’S A GERMAN SUPLEX DOESN’T MEAN IT NEEDS TO BE GERMAN ENGINEERED IN A LAB!!!

Pierre: Ryan doesn’t release the hold, he gathers himself back up and hauls Tiberius along with him. Looking for another german suplex…BUT TIBERIUS! TIBERIUS FIGHTING BACK WITH DESPERATE ELBOWS TO THE MIDSECTION! MARX IS FORCED TO RELEASE BUT HE CATCHES TIBERIUS BY THE WRIST…SHORT-ARM LARIAT!!! NOO! Tiberius slips under it and applies a rear waist lock of his own. O’CONNOR ROLL! TIBERIUS DRAGS HIM BACK AND HOLDS THE SHOULDERS DOWN!!!

Referee: ONE!…TW-

Drake: Kickout void pending test for peds. Anyway, Marx is close enough to the ropes that he can drag himself back up off the mat with their help and steady himself in the corner. BUT HE DOESN’T WANT TO BE THERE…SHORYUKEN!!! TIBERIUS FLIES IN WITH THE RUNNING UPPERCUT THAT CONNECTS WITH SO MUCH FORCE THAT MARX IS BOUNCED CLEAR OUT OF THE CORNER! MARX FOUNDERS TRYING TO KEEP HIS FOOTING BUT HERE COMES TIBERIUS AGAIN! CHOP BLOCK!!! CHOP BLOCK CHOPS THE BIG BLOCK OF A MAN DOWN AND HE ROLLS ACROSS THE CANVAS, HOLDING HIS EXCRUCIATING KNEE!!!

Pierre: Tiberius senses he has gotten Ryan Marx in a vulnerable position now, and here he comes to make it all the more dire. VICIOUS STOMP TO THE KNEE BY TIBERIUS! Marx yelps in pain but he finds no mercy. TIBERIUS JUST GOING TO WORK, BREAKING RYAN DOWN WITH MORE HEAVY STOMPS ONTO THE SORE KNEE, THEN HE ROLLS HIM OVER AND ISOLATES A LEG. BOSTON CRAB!!! SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB PUTTING PRESSURE ALL THE WAY UP THAT LEG! RYAN IS PULLING AT IS HIS OWN HAIR AS HE STRUGGLES TO BEAR THE PAIN!

Drake: HAH! TAKE THAT!!! TIBERIUS ABOUT TO SHOW THE WORLD ONCE AGAIN THAT NO UPSTART CAN TOUCH HIM! NOT THERON NIKOLAS!!! NOT REX MCALLISTER!!! AND CERTAINLY NOT RYAN MARX AS TIBERIUS LOOKS TO HUMILIATE HIM IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE BY MAKING HIM SUBMIT! RYAN HAS NOWHERE TO GO! HE’S REACHING OUT FOR THE ROPES LIKE AN IDIOT WHEN IT IS CLEAR HE IS NEVER GOING TO REACH THEM!!! THREE OPTIONS MARX – TAP, SNAP OR NAP!

Pierre: Hang on a minute Drake…MARX IS FIGHTING IT! HE’S DRAGGING HIMSELF ACROSS THE CANVAS TOWARDS THE ROPES!

Drake: WHAT!?!?! WHY AM I EVEN SURPRISED!?!? I’VE KNOWN FROM THE START THAT HE’S BEEN TAKING SOMETHING HE SHOULDN’T BE BUT NOONE WILL LISTEN. GET A DOC IN HERE TO DO A DRUG TEST!!!

Pierre: In the middle of a match? Like it or not, Drake, this match looks to be ending only when one man proves better than the other and right now Ryan looks to have few thoughts of tapping out. He continues to drive himself painfully across the canvas as he looking to the rope break. Reaching…Stretching…HE’S GOT IT!!! RYAN GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!

Refere: ONE!…TWO!…THREE!…FOUR!…

Drake: Tiberius is forced to release the hold but he quite rightly kept that locked in as long as possible. As Ryan tries in vain to pull himself back up the ropes, you can see him clearly favouring that leg. Just trying not to put any pressure on it at all because Tiberius in his wisdom has completely wrecked it. Marx is all but beaten. And here’s Tiberius…RUSHING IN WITH A FULL HEAD OF STEAM – BASEBALL SLIDE!!!

Pierre: MARX THROWS HIMSELF OUT OF THE WAY JUST IN TIME! TIBERIUS SLIDES STRAIGHT UNDER THE ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE BEFORE BOUNDING STRAIGHT BACK ONTO THE APRON! MARX IS UP TO MEET HIM, REACHING AT TIBERIUS OVER THE ROPE-ENZUIGIR!!! TIBERIUS IV CLEANS RYAN MARX’S CLOCK WITH A PERFECTLY TIMED ENZUIGIRI FROM THE APRON!

Drake: YES! TAKE THAT YOU FOOL! Marx doesn’t even know where he is right now. He is staggering around trying to shake away the cobwebs but in the meantime he’s taken his eyes off Tiberius. MY BOY TI WASTING NO TIME AS HE CLIMBS UP TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! LOOKING TO END THIS WITH THE HEADHUNTER!!!

Pierre: WAIT! MARX SNAPS BACK INTO FOCUS AND REACTS WITH URGENCY, DASHING RIGHT IN TO MEET TIBERIUS IN THE CORNER AS HE BOUNCES ONTO THE SECOND ROPE! BOTH MEN TRADING WILD PUNCHES TO THE SKULL NOW AS THEY LOOK TO TAKE CONTROL IN THIS PRECARIOUS SITUATION.

Drake: HEADBUTT!!! TIBERIUS HEADBUTT’S MARX RIGHT IN THE NOSE AS MARX FALLS BACK DOW-

Pierre: NO!

Drake: WHAT THE HELL?!?!?

Pierre: MARX HANGS ON BUT JUST BARELY. MARX PULLING HIMSELF FORWARD BY THE ROPES…UPPERCUT!!! AND MARX RETALIATES WITH A HEAVY UPPERCUT THAT STUNS TIBERIUS. TIBERIUS SLUMPS AS MARX PULLS HIM IN CLOSE…NO…NOT LIKE THIS…MARX HEAVING HIM UP FOR THE NEW HEIGHTS II!!!

Drake: NO! THE ROIDS STOPPED WORKING! MARX JUST COULDN’T GET ALL THAT WEIGHT UP ON HIS WEAKENED LEG AND TIBERIUS CAPITALIZES, KICKING MARX IN THE THIGH AND CAUSING HIM TO DROP DOWN IN BURNING AGONY. NOW TIBERIUS FROM THE TOP ROPE…S.O.M.! THE STRIKE OF MIDNIGHT! THE STRIKE OF MIDNIGHT SOMERSAULT CUTTER FROM THE TOP ROPE AND MARX ISN’T MOVING! HE KILLED HIM! THANK THE LORD HE KILLED HIM!

Referee: ONE!…TWO!…THREEEE!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(“The Mission” by Puscifer ft. Mila Jovovich erupts from the speakers as the crowd tries their best to drown it with the sound of their discontent. Tiberius slides out to celebrate with Drake Jaegar at ringside. They leap into each other’s arms for a manly bro-hug.)

Drake: YOU DID IT!!!

TIberius: I DID IT!!!

Drake: WHO’S THE CHAMP? WHO’S THE KING OF THE WORLD?

Tiberius: I AM! I’M THE KING! I’M ALEXANDER!!!

Drake: You know Pierre was just telling me how he thought Ryan was going to use the Openweight Championship to get a title shot and somehow take your World Title away…

Tiberius: WHAT!?!?!?

Drake: I know, crazy right? That’s what I said.

Pierre: I was only sayi-

Tiberius: STILL YOUR TONGUE, YOU INSOLENT CURR!!! YOUR NEXT WORD WILL BE YOUR LAST!

Drake: You sure told him.

Tiberius: As is a King’s burden. Thankfully I can always rely on you, noble Jaeger, to speak the truth in my place. I must be off, but keeping doing a splendid job.

Drake: Of course. Tarry not. I guess we are about to go to commercials anyway.

(Tiberius nods, patting Drake fondly upon the shoulder before turning to retrieve his EAW World Championship and head back up the ramp. The camera starts to fade to commercials.)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

(The camera cuts backstage to a damaged Ryan Marx making his way through the backstage area, carrying his Openweight Championship. A loud clapping can be heard from nearby as Ryan slowly stops dead in his tracks)

???: My, my…

(The camera pans over to reveal Jon McAdams standing nearby, clapping)

Jon: Marvelous. Exceptional. A remarkable performance, Mr. Marx. You’ve truly shown me how a dominant Champion performs. I hope – truly – that I will be even half as great of an Openweight Champion as you are after Territorial Invasion.

(Jon stops clapping, walking up to Marx with a smirk on his face as both men stare down)

Jon: What was that you said you were going to do again? “Humiliate”? If I didn’t know any better, Ryan… I’d say you’re the one looking rather humiliated. Chin up. Perhaps your 5 Pillars aren’t as motivational as you once thought. Perhaps you should reassess some things. Allow me to give you some advice… Take a glass… And raise it, for Sovereign. I bid you adieu.

(Jon smiles as he takes his leave while Marx looks on)

Pierre: HOLD ON–MARX CHARGES JON MCADAMS FROM BEHIND!! MARX CRASHES INTO MCADAMS AS BOTH MEN LAY INTO ONE ANOTHER!! THEY GO CRASHING THROUGH A NEARBY CATERING TABLE!! MY GOD-SOMEBODY STOP THIS!! MCADAMS AND MARX ARE THROWING A STORM OF LEFTS AND RIGHTS INTO ONE ANOTHER ON THE GROUND!!

(Several nearby Referees and other backstage crew members rush in, pulling Marx and McAdams away from each other)

Marx: NOBODY MAKES A MOCKERY OF ME ANYMORE! I BURNED THE 5 PILLARS INTO THE FLESH OF MAERO! I’LL DO IT TO YOU TOO! I’LL HUMILIATE YOUR ENTIRE BRAND AGAIN!

(Ryan Marx and Jon McAdams continue to get to one another as the several crew workers and Referees keep them back while the camera fades back to the ring)

Drake: Let them fight! Let them fight! Let–

Pierre: I think it’s supposed to be the fans chanting that, Drake.

Drake: What do you mean? I AM a fan!

Pierre: Of which one?

Drake: Well, neither, but I AM a fan of watching two people beating the Hell out of each other, and seeing them up close and personal is way more fun than just watching them on Worldstar.

(“Shock The World” by Lloyd Banks plays all throughout the arena as CM Banks makes his way out to the stage in street clothes, wearing a “Power” TV series t-shirt and a microphone in hand as he walks towards the ring)

Drake: Ugh, this guy again? How many open challenges does the guy need to do before he realizes nobody wants to face him except Nasir Moore?

Pierre: Well I’m not so sure about that, but Nasir Moore has been absolutely adamant about challenging CM Banks to a match, even after losing to him in a Fire & Steel Match at Dia Del Diablo.

(A recap plays of the confrontation between Nasir Moore and CM Banks last week on Showdown, ending with Nasir Moore hitting Banks with a Grand Slam)

(The camera cuts back to CM Banks entering the ring as “Shock The World” fades out)

Pierre: You could just tell by the look on CM Banks’ face he has a new axe to grind. Nasir Moore humiliated him last week, so you can only imagine what could be going through the EAW Legend’s head…

(CM Banks looks around, rubbing his chin briefly as he seems deep in thought)

Banks: A lot of you probably know… Or maybe you don’t… But I built this company. I built it from the ground up. Brick by brick. My sweat, my blood, and my tears. You’re looking at it. Everything you get to see here. Every wrestler that steps inside this ring. Everything. All because I busted my ass to make it come to fruition. Yeah, I had help. I had a lot of help from my friends to make it happen, but you know what I NEVER did? I never once asked for a handout. I never once begged somebody for something. I never came up to anyone, acting like I was entitled to their help. Like they owed me something.

(CM Banks leans against the top rope as he continues)

Banks: I came here because I want to know this company is in good hands. I can’t be here all the time. You don’t see me wrestling every week here. I want to compete. I want to still put my body on the line, and it really annoys me that I can only do it here and there, but I do it. Because I love this company, because I put everything into it, and I never looked anyone in the eyes and told them to make it happen for me. I just did it. That’s why it really… You know, gets under my skin when I look into the eyes of someone like… Nasir Moore.

(The crowd stirs with more cheers than boos)

Banks: Oh yeah, I know plenty about him. I know he’s been busting his ass to prove he’s a contender in EAW. I know he fought from the bottom to get the spot he has. I know he was overshadowed by his friend. I know he wants to be World Champion. I know plenty of people see him as the future of EAW… I know, I know, I know. Hell, I know more about him than I ever wanted to. The problem with all of this is that these things about him… They don’t mean anything. They never have. It’s all just talk, when it comes down to it. Just people wasting their breath. That’s a big reason why I’m here. I’m here to weed out the fakes and the phonies that are thriving this place I love. Nasir Moore is one of those fakes. He came to me looking for a match, and I didn’t back down. Not for a second. I gave him his match, and I beat him. I beat him fair and square, right here in this ring. One, two, three. No controversy, no questions asked. Yet, I found myself standing right here in front of him again last week, and what does he want? Does he want to shake my hand and thank me for giving him that opportunity? No… No, he doesn’t. Instead, he wants another match.

(CM Banks starts to laugh, shaking his head)

Banks: He wants… Another… Match. Oh boy…

(CM Banks tries to stop his laughter as he takes a second to think)

Banks: I wasn’t gonna give it to him. I really wasn’t. Who is he to me anymore? He didn’t win, and then he went here to ME, throwing a fit like a child, demanding another shot? He dropped me in this ring, and even then, I still didn’t feel the need to give him another match. But you know… You know, I’ve been thinking about it. I thought about it long and hard… Nasir Moore believes he deserves another match with me. Why does he deserve it? Who knows. It doesn’t matter. I’ve been around guys like him before. Guys who can’t accept a loss. Perpetual losers. He’s lost his whole career. He’s such a f*cking loser that he can’t even tell when he’s won. That’s what Nasir Moore is. You’re not gonna be calling him World Champion. You won’t call him an EAW Hall of Famer. Certainly not a Legend. Not by a LONG shot. Hell, you’re not even gonna consider him better than his bestie, Aren Mstislav. Nasir Moore’s legacy… Everything he is… All anyone is EVER gonna know him as… Is “CM Banks’ Bitch”.

(The crowd erupts with cheers)

Banks: You think you want this match, Nas, but you have NO idea! You don’t have a clue what you’re asking for here, because failing once… That’s bad, but that can be overcome. You can bounce back, and you can accept that at least you got a shot at one of the greatest to have ever stepped inside this ring. Failing twice… That just makes you a failure. If you REALLY want this, Nas. If this is something you want more than anything… You come and get it. At Territorial Invasion, I’ll give you what you deserve, and it’s not a match. You’ll get your match, but what you deserve more than anything in the World is a Grade-A assbeating unlike any this company has ever seen before or will ever see! I want you to think very, very, very hard, Nas. I want you to take everything into consideration. Next week, you step inside this ring and accept this match… Or you do the wise thing, and back down. Nobody’s gonna call you a coward. This isn’t about losing a match anymore for you. It’s about losing every ounce of credibility you spent all this time building up. Think very carefully about your next move, because if I have anything to say about it, it may be your last. Tread lightly, kid.

(Banks drops the microphone and takes his leave as “Shock The World” picks back up)

Pierre: What a message sent by the EAW Legend! CM Banks just gave Nasir Moore one heck of an offer, but now it’s up to Nasir himself as to whether he accepts it or not!

Drake: Well he’s obviously gonna accept it, Pierre. People are stupid, plain and simple! You think that idiot would have sent himself flying 15 feet up high and MISSING at Dia Del Diablo if he actually had two braincells to rub together? I don’t think so.

Pierre: Nonetheless, it seems as though we’ll get Nasir Moore’s response next week here on Showdown!

(CM Banks exits to the backstage area as the camera fades to commercial)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

(The camera cuts back to the ring, which has been decorated with Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, and various other media decorations as Showdown returns from commercial)

Drake: I don’t know what’s going on, but I can assure you I already hate it.

(“Fancy” by Iggy Azalea plays all throughout the arena as Mark Michaels makes his way out to the stage and down towards the ring in a suit with sunglasses)

Announcer: PLEASE WELCOME THE HOST OF THE SOCIAL MEDIA LOUNGE…. MARK MIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCHHHHHAAAAAAEEEELLLLSSS!!!….

(Mark Michaels begins livestreaming on his phone on the way down to the ring)

Pierre: A very interesting set up Mark Michaels seems to have here as he debuts his Talk Show of sorts here tonight on Showdown. I can’t help but wonder if stuff like this is what he had in mind as he, well, walked out on his partner, Kaise Boetius, last week against The High Rollerz.

Drake: What the Hell does that even mean, Pierre? That he walked out on the match because he suddenly thought of doing some social media-themed talk show? Are you on meth?

Pierre: Well whatever the case, he did abruptly leave his partner to fend for himself, costing both men the match. However, it seems he’s chosen to move on entirely..

(“Fancy” fades out as Mark Michaels takes a seat while the crowd boos)

Mark: Ladies and gentlemen, WELCOME to the first ever edition of the Social Media Lounge! I am your host, Mark Michaels, and tonight, I decided to take a look at a building little rivalry between two young stars on the Showdown roster. Allow me to introduce my first guest… Lucas Johnson!

(“Pain” by CFO$ plays all throughout the arena as Lucas Johnson makes his way out to the stage and down towards the ring, dressed in his ring attire and a t-shirt)

Pierre: Well, here comes this loose cannon of a man, Lucas Johnson, and last week he attempted to… Well, I suppose he intended to send some sort of message last week when he ambushed Nobi during his contest with Prince of Phenomenal.

(A recap plays of Lucas Johnson interfering in Nobi’s match with Prince of Phenomenal, pulling Nobi out of the ring and laying into him with lefts and rights to cause a disqualification)

(The camera cuts back to the ring as Lucas Johnson enters while “Pain” fades out)

Mark: Welcome, welcome!

(Mark attempts to take a selfie alongside an unmoving Lucas Johnson, but instead moves away, taking the picture of just himself)

Mark: And now please welcome my next guest, the man Lucas Johnson slapped around last week… Nobi!

(“Failure” by Breaking Benjamin plays all throughout the arena as a visibly angered Nobi makes his way out to the stage and towards the ring, dressed in his ring attire and a t-shirt)

Drake: I’ll never get over just how appropriate this theme is for this man. Not so much the content of it as the name itself…

Pierre: Say what you will about him, but Nobi has proven since the beginning of this season that he belongs here, and he may have very well been on the verge of beating Prince of Phenomenal had Lucas not intervened last week.

Drake: Haha! Nobi? Winning? Surely you jest, Pierre!

Pierre: You really shouldn’t go underestimating him…

(“Failure” fades out as Nobi enters the ring, staring down with Lucas Johnson)

Mark: Now, now, now… Let’s all just play nice here. I brought the two of you out here to… Sort of clear the air. So how about we do that? Obviously there’s a lot to be said about what happened last week, so why don’t you tell the World why you did what you did, Lucas.

(Lucas grabs a nearby microphone while still staring down with Nobi)

Lucas: … Why I did what I did? You think I need to explain that? It should have been obvious. Crystal clear, even. I demanded my rightful shot at the National Elite Championship, and what did I get? I get scolded, and told that I need to “earn it”. What does that even mean? “Earn it”? How haven’t I EARNED it? I’m coming off the heels of the greatest New Breed Championship reign this company has EVER seen. I put money in the pockets of this company every single week, be it by merchandise or ratings! People pay attention to the National Elite Championship picture because I’m the guy pursuing it, and I get told I have to EARN a shot at it?

(An aggravated Lucas starts to pace around)

Lucas: And you… You fall into a shot at it at Dia Del Diablo… And you FAIL! You lose! You can’t do it, and I could have! If you hadn’t been in my way, I would be standing here right now as the new National Elite Champion! I deserved that shot! Not you! That’s why I beat the Hell out of you last week! You don’t deserve anything you’ve gotten, and if I have to get rid of you just to move up a spot in contention for that Title, then so be it!

(Nobi grabs a microphone, getting face to face with Lucas)

Nobi: That’s right. I failed. I failed to beat Stark. I failed to become the National Elite Champion. I let myself down, and I let Lioncross down. I let all the people cheering me on down. I know how low I’ve fallen… I know it better than anyone… But… If you think that’s ever going to stop me, you couldn’t be more wrong.

(The crowd begins to cheer)

Nobi: Failure or not, all I can ever do is keep going, and keep putting absolutely everything I have into trying to change it. I had to look Lioncross in the eyes and tell him that I can’t lose, but I did. I can’t take back all the things I’ve done. I can’t erase where I went wrong. All I can do is focus on something and keep working at it, and I can’t stop until my body literally won’t allow me to keep going. I want the National Elite Championship. I want it more than anything you can imagine, and if you’re gonna get in the way of me winning it someday, then so be it. I’m not afraid of you.

(Nobi and Lucas get nose to nose as Mark Michaels tries to get between them)

Mark: Woah, woah, woah! Let’s try to just calm down here… Nobi, you know you have NO business saying any of that. If anything, you’d be better off joining your buddy Lioncross in retirement.

(Nobi turns his attention to Mark Michaels as Michaels backs up)

Nobi: What did you say?

Pierre: LUCAS JOHNSON WITH A CHEAPSHOT TO NOBI!! HE TACKLES NOBI! NOBI’S NOT DONE! HE’S FIGHTING BACK! BOTH MEN ARE BRAWLING!! THEY–

Drake: MARK MICHAELS IS STOMPING AWAY AT NOBI TOO! HE’S HELPING LUCAS JOHNSON HERE AS BOTH MEN ASSAULT NOBI!!

Pierre: HOLD ON–THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION IS RUSHING DOWN TO THE RING!! STARK IS MAKING HIS WAY DOWN HERE, LOOKING TO HELP NOBI AS HE SLIDES IN, GOING AFTER LUCAS AND MICHAELS!

Drake: THE PRINCE OF PHENOMENAL IS RIGHT BEHIND HIM!! HE SLIDES IN AND NAILS STARK IN THE BACK WITH AN AXEHANDLE!! IT’S A THREE ON TWO ASSAULT NOW!! STARK SHOULD HAVE KEPT HIS HAPPY ASS IN THE BACK WHERE IT’S SAFE! THEY’VE GOT NO CHANCE–

(The crowd stirs as Kaise Boetius makes his way out to the stage)

Pierre: KAISE BOETIUS IS HERE! AND HE’S GOT HIS EYES ON MARK MICHAELS! MICHAELS REALIZES KAISE HAS MADE HIS PRESENCE KNOWN! HE LOOKS ON AS KAISE STARTS CHARGING DOWN TO THE RING!! MARK MICHAELS BOLTS OUT OF THE RING!! HE JUMPS THE BARRICADE AND BAILS THROUGH THE CROWD AS KAISE BOETIUS IS HOT IN HIS TRAIL!!

Drake: MEANWHILE, POP AND LUCAS ARE STILL GOING AT IT WITH STARK AND NOBI IN THE RING!!

Pierre: Hold on! We’re being told that they’re gonna start this tag team contest between the four men in the ring after we return from commercial once the Officials are able to get control of the situation! We’ll be right back!

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

(Camera cuts back to the ring where Prince of Phenomenal, Lucas Johnson, Stark, and Nobi are getting ready for their match as Showdown returns from commercial)

Drake: Alright, if everyone is just about done beating the sh*t out of each other, maybe we can get this match underway! Nobody needs an entrance anyway! Let’s get to it!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Pierre: And now this match has begun as Nobi and Prince of Phenomenal start for their team! These two men know each other quite well, as they now run in circles in the ring….and they lock-up! Prince of Phenomenal gets the upper hand first, as he pushes Nobi’s arms up in the air – OH! A knee strike to the gut of Nobi! A SECOND! But now Nobi is able to dodge the third attempt, turning into a hammerlock! But he shifts himself around, and A HAMMERLOCK DDT CONNECTS, SPIKING POP’S HEAD TO THE MAT! Prince of Phenomenal is down in the beginning of the match, as Nobi drops down onto POP, AND A CRIPPLER CROSSFACE!!! THE CRIPPLER CROSSFACE BY NOBI ALREADY AS HE PULLS AGAINST THE JAW OF POP!!! HE’S FRANTICALLY TRYING TO FIND A WAY TO REACH THE ROPES….and he does! Wow, he may have gotten out of that move quickly, but there’s no telling what damage could be done to POP yet!

Drake: Prince of Phenomenal grabs his face, clearly hurt by that crossface by Nobi, as now he begins to lift POP of the ground, back to a vertical base – POP WITH A SHOT TO THE GUT! A second! A third! A straight kick to the leaning Nobi! Prince of Phenomenal’s starting to regain control of this match, irish whipping Nobi into the ropes! SPINEBUSTER BY POP, DEFINITELY BUSTING HIS SPINE! THAT WAS ON THE BUTTON! Nobi controlled that first half of their encounter, but now POP is starting to turn the tables on him! The Indonesian Mat Magician is gripping the back of his spine tightly, but he still manages to reach up to one knee….Prince of Phenomenal runs off the ropes! HOLY – SHINING WIZARD! A KNEE HITTING SQUARE ON THE FACE OF NOBI, AND POP TAKES ADVANTAGE BY COVERING!

Referee: ONEE!!!!

Pierre: Not even a two count; you’re going to have to do a lot more work than that if you want to keep somebody like Nobi down, POP! But it appears that he may have took just enough damage that he is barely able to get to a knee, but Prince of Phenomenal lifts him back up to a standing position, grabbing a handful of hair and dragging him into his corner! POP TAGS LUCAS JOHNSON! Oh boy, this is looking quite horrible for Nobi right now, AND LUCAS IMMEDIATELY WITH SHOTS TO HIS OPPONENT! Jabs, forearms, shoot kicks; anything that can hurt another human being! Now Lucas grabs Nobi by the face and screams at him, AND MY GOODNESS! JOHNSON LAUNCHING NOBI FROM THE OPPOSITE CORNER ALL THE WAY TO THE OTHER SIDE WITH A HUUGE BIEL TOSS! WHAT STRENGTH TO THROW ANOTHER GROWN MAN LIKE THAT! WHAT A DISPLAY!

Drake: While I don’t like Lucas either, hot damn that was massive! Can’t deny the true brute strength this man has! Johnson now looks at Nobi with evil intentions in his eyes, grabbing the smaller man by the gut, gut wrenching him….HE LIFTS HIM UP! GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB – NO! NOBI BEGINS TO MANIACALLY ATTACK THE HEAD OF LUCAS WITH RIGHTS AND LEFTS AND ELBOWS TO HIS DOME! And now Johnson is forced to drop after those strikes, as Nobi gets prepared….WHAT A KNIFE-EDGED CHOP! BUT NOBI ISN’T DONE, AS HE FIRES WITH A SECOND! Lucas’ man boobs are turning red after those strikes, with Nobi dishing out the assault! Now he rebounds off the ropes, BUT OH! JOHNSON CATCHES HIM BY THE THROAT! HE’S GOING TO – CHOOKESLAAAMM!!!

Pierre: NOBI ESCAPES IN TIME, AS HE IS NOW STANDING RIGHT BEHIND LUCAS! HE GRABS HIM IN A HAMMERLOCK…WHAT POWER! WHAT STRENGTH BY NOBI, LIFTING UP LUCAS AND DROPPING HIM WITH A HAMMERLOCK BACK SUPLEX! THAT STRENGTH WAS DORMANT FOR A LONG TIME, AND NOW THE CROWD IS GOING CRAZY! Stark hasn’t even participated in this math yet, but the crowd wants to see him in it! He’s stomping his feet as Nobi tries to crawl to the ropes, edging closer and closer, as Lucas crawls to POP as well! BOTH MEN TAG THEIR PARTNERS AT THE SAME TIME! STARK AND POP WILL FACE EACH OTHER FOR THAT NATIONAL ELITE TITLE, BUT THEY MEET RIGHT NOW! STARK RUNS AND HITS A RAINBOW YAWNS TO POP! RAINBOW YAWNS! BUT HE ISN’T DONE AS HE RUNS TO LUCAS AND HITS HIM WITH A RAINBOW YAWNS! STARK IS FIRED UP AND IT’S RAINBOW YAWNS-MANIA UP IN THE AUDI DOME!

Drake: It sounds terrible when you say it Pierre, but anyways Stark has now COMPLETELY turned the tide for his team with two huge Superman punches! But Prince of Phenomenal is now attempting to stand up to his feet by using the ropes – BUT STARK RUNS AT HIM! SHOTGUN DROPKICK SENDING POP INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! WHAT AN IMPACT! BUT STARK IS NOT FINISHED, AS HE RUNS TO THE OPPOSING CORNER…HESITATION DROPKICK TO THE FACE OF POP! My Lordy, those were some brutal-looking DROPKICK, BUT STARK STILL ISN’T FINISHED AS HE LANDS THE ELBOW DROP TO COMPLETE THE COMBINATION ONTO PRINCE OF PHENOMENAL! POP MIGHT BE DOWN FOR THE COUNT TONIGHT!

Pierre: WATCH OUT! LUCAS JOHNSON! HE ISN’T EVEN IN THE MATCH LEGALLY, WHAT IS HE DOING! HE’S GRIPPING THE WAIST OF STARK FROM BEHIND, AND HE LANDS A HUUGE GERMAN – STARK FLIPS OUT OF IT! HE LANDS ON HIS FEET, AS LUCAS SCRAMBLES AS WELL! SUUUPERKICK! A SUPERKICK TO THE FACE OF LUCAS JOHNSON, BUT HE’S STILL STANDING! A SECOND SUPERKICK AND LUCAS GOES DOWN TO A KNEE! Stark takes a step back, and runs off the ropes…..HE’S GOING TO DO IT! STARK’S REGARDS! NOOO!!!! LUCAS CATCHES STARK BEFORE HE COULD HIT THE SUPERKICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEA IN A FIREMAN’S CARRY! IS HE LOOKING FOR A….AN F5!!!! F5!!!

Drake: NOBI! NOBI! JAWBREAKER LARIAT! JAWBREAKER LARIAT TO LUCAS JOHNSON AND HE DROPS THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION! NOBI FROM OUT OF ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE HITTING A BRUTAL REBOUND LARIAT TO LUCAS! IT’S COMPLETE CHAOS IN THE RING RIGHT NOW, I’M NOT SURE WHAT’S GOING ON! The referee can’t do a single thing to stop any of this nonsense! NOTHING! Now things begin to die down as it appears Stark and Nobi stand tall – PRINCE OF PHENOMENAL! HE IS BACK AS HE HITS A SUPERKICK OF HIS OWN TO NOBI! NOBI IS SENT TO THE OUTSIDE, REELING, AND NOW POP PUTS STARK BETWEEN HIS LEGS! HOLLYYY!!!!

Pierre: CROWN OF THORNS! CROWN OF THORNS BY POP CONNECTING AS HE COVERS THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION FOR THE WIN!

Referee: ONEEE!!!…TWOOO!!!!…THREE!!!!!!!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(“Crown of Thorns” by Rakaa plays in the arena as a smirking Prince of Phenomenal stands, bleeding from his mouth slightly as his hand is raised.)

Ring Announcer: AND HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS….LUCAS JOHNSON, AND PRINCE OF PHEEEENOMMENAAALL!!!

Drake: HAHA! HAHA! POP TOOK THE WIN FOR HIS TEAM BY ONCE AGAIN TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE OPPORUNITY IN FRONT OF HIM! You see? THIS is why POP will be the one to dethrone Stark. THIS!

Pierre: Well, I can’t really say anything to disprove you’re statement aside from POP going to beat Stark, but WOW! What an extravaganza this was to watch, complete chaos in the ring towards the end, I’m not sure what was happening! Still, great match, and once again, like last week, POP is the last man standing in the ring.

(The camera transitions backstage to David Davidson and Jack Ripley in the Office of Brian Daniels)

Davidson: Look, we get it! We’ve had our differences–

Brian: Differences? You pieces of trash are the reason Robbie V is retired right now. I can’t even begin to–

Ripley: We know! We know! Look, we’re not asking for protection here… Well, kind of. Sorta. Look! We’re just saying… Ugh…

Davidson: There’s no question that Lannister and Ares are gonna end up challenging us with this graveyard of a Tag Team Division. We know you hate the two of them just as much, if not MORE than you hate us. All we’re asking is that you make it so that the rest of The Triumvirate can’t do anything.

Brian: And how do you propose I do that? You think just banning them from the ring is really gonna change anything? If they REALLY want those Titles of your’s, you know they’ll do anything to take you out.

Ripley: We’re not asking for that. We know they can use their tricks to get around that… Maybe… I don’t know, there has to be SOMETHING. We’re not backing down here. Hell, it’s the opposite. We meant it every single time we said we want to prove we’re the best team on this planet, and it’s a little hard to do that when we’re fighting a team of four!

(Brian takes a second to think)

Brian: …. Alright… Alright, I think I have an idea.

Davidson: Hit us with it.

Brian: Nothing would please me more than to hit you with something, but unfortunately I have some announcements to make. I suggest you watch.

(Brian Daniels takes his leave as a worried Davidson and Ripley look on while the camera fades to commercial)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

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

(“Paint It Black” by Ramin Djawadi plays all throughout the arena as Brian Daniels makes his way out to the stage with a microphone in hand. Daniels remains on the stage as “Paint It Black” fades out)

Brian: I had a few announcements to make official here tonight, just to set the record completely straight. Territorial Invasion is coming up in a couple weeks, so here’s what Showdown’s participation in it will be… OFFICIALLY… Voltage’s Jon McAdams will challenge Ryan Marx for the Openweight Championship. That match will be under Openweight Championship Rules. As you heard earlier, CM Banks offered to face Nasir Moore again at Territorial Invasion, so if Nasir accepts next week, that will be made official. Of course, Stark will defend his National Elite Championship against the Prince of Phenomenal.

(Brian Daniels takes a moment to think before he continues)

Brian: Those were the easy ones… Now on to the more touchy subjects… Over the last few weeks, I’ve watched closely all the controversial things going on. This John Doe and his hand in the triple threat match at Dia Del Diablo… I think it’s only fitting we give everyone involved what they want and settle it once and for all. So, at Territorial Invasion, The Heart Break Gal and Devan Dubian will team up to take on the team of Rex McAllister and John Doe, in a Tag Team Extreme Rules Match.

(The crowd cheers)

Brian: And lastly, regarding… Well, everything else… I’ve come to a decision. With the rise of The Triumvirate, and how sure they seem of themselves as a collective unit, I think Territorial Invasion is a better chance than any to see them put that to the test, where they can either prove they’re men of their word… Or they can fall and crumble. Tonight, Theron Nikolas and Diamond Cage will compete for a shot at the EAW Championship. Meanwhile, Ares Vendetta and Lannister have made it clear they intend to pursue the Tag Team Championships. I’m going to give everyone what they want here, and in a big way. You may recall… About four years ago… At Territorial Invasion, we introduced a new type of match. One made to punish the human body, even more than most contests. One that we haven’t seen in over a year. So as of right now, I’m officially announcing… At Territorial Invasion… The Triumvirate – Tiberius IV, Ares Vendetta, and Darth Lannister… Will compete against The High Rollerz and the winner of tonight’s Number One Contender’s Match in a Winner Takes All No Way Out Match!

(The crowd erupts with deafening cheers)

Drake: WHAT?!

Brian: Tiberius will put up his EAW Championship against either Theron Nikolas or Diamond Cage while The High Rollerz will put up their Unified Tag Team Championships against Ares Vendetta and Darth Lannister! There WILL be a winner, and there WILL be a new Champion or Champions crowned! Goodnight and enjoy the main event!

(“Paint It Black” picks back up as Brian Daniels takes his leave backstage)

Drake: NO! NO! NOOOOOO! NO! HE CAN’T DO THAT! HE CAN’T–

Pierre: I think he just did!

Drake: TIBERIUS HAVING TO DEFEND HIS EAW TITLE INSIDE A NO WAY OUT MATCH?! WHAT THE HELL IS A NO WAY OUT MATCH?!

Pierre: You don’t even know what it is?

Drake: Doesn’t matter! It doesn’t matter, Pierre! You know what? I’ve accepted it! I’m at peace with this, because Tiberius has Ares and Lannister at his back! The Triumvirate can do it! Nobody can stop them!

Pierre: I wouldn’t be so sure… But we’ll find out soon enough, and we’ll find out who the man will be that’s joining The High Rollerz in that huge contest when we return with our main event! Don’t go anywhere!

(FINAL COMMERCIAL BREAK)

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

Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next contest IS YOUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING… AND IS FOR THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP TO THE EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!! INTRODUCING FIRST….

(“Train of Destruction” – Megadeth hits as Diamond Cage nonchalantly walks through the curtain into The MegaSport Arena to an ERUPTION of cheers from the fans in attendance, wearing a black singlet, blue jeans and red jacket.)

Ring Announcer: From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in tonight at TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE POUNDS!!… HE IS DIAMOND CAAAAAAAAAAAAGEEEE!!!

Drake: I can’t believe this; THIS is how Brian Daniels rewards both of these men? Cage lost to Ares at Diablo! Theron lost to Tiberius! Where have they earned their chance to face The Champion of EAW?! It’s a conspiracy! A conspiracy because Tiberius has already become a greater champion that Brian could have ever dreamed of being!

Pierre: If that were the case, you wouldn’t have anything to fear about either man.

Drake: Oh, trust me – I don’t. Showdown was meant to be the land of opportunity, not giving chances to already beaten dogs.

Pierre: Are we forgetting what happened at Diablo, Drake?

Drake: They both lost. That’s what happened.

(Diamond Cage enters the ring as begins to pace back and forth as he awaits his opponent… “I Hope You Suffer” – AFI hits as Theron Nikolas slowly makes his way through the curtain to a MASSIVE pop from the crowd. He stands on the stage, wearing his usual long fur coat, dark sunglasses and that umbrella resting on his shoulder.)

Ring Announcer: Introducing his opponent from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in tonight at ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY FIVE POUNDS!!… HE IS THERON NIIIIIIIKKKKKOOOLLLLAAAASSSSS!!!

Pierre: If there’s anything we can agree on it’s that neither of these men have to be heading into this contest tonight at one hundred percent. Both went through wars at Dia Del Diablo; both men put everything on the line against Ares Vendetta and Tiberius Jones respectively. Theron was unable to make Showdown last week due that attack from the Triumvirate; you can still see the healing wounds from the fire on Diamond Cage.

Drake: Put another thing on the list, Pierre! Competitor safety! First Brian rewards these two by giving them this chance – WHILE THEY’RE ALREADY HURT! They’re in no condition to compete!

Pierre: No matter the case, I don’t believe either of these men are going to hold back in the slightest. This is there chance to get their hands on at least some form of Triumvirate and I’m certain that neither man wants to waste it. But for now, it’s time to get our MAIN EVENT started!

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

Pierre: The bell ring and this contest is officially underway. Both men coming nose to nose, exchanging words; you can’t believe that any of it is too pretty. CAGE WITH A RIGHT HAND! THERON WITH A RIGHT OF HIS OWN! CAGE! THERON! CAGE! THERON! CAGE! THERON! CAGE! CAGE! CAGE! DIAMOND CAGE BACKING THERON UP AGAINST THE ROPES WITH THOSE HARD RIGHT HANDS! Cage grabs the arm of Theron and sends him across the ring into the ropes; Theron rebounds as Cage swings for a clothesline, but Theron ducks underneath and continues charging! Theron hits the ropes once more and rebounds WITH A DROPKICK TO THE KNEE! Cage dropping down to the knee, but Theron doesn’t slow down! Theron’s back up and hits the ropes picking up more steam – AND DRIVES BOTH FEET INTO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! NO, CAGE DODGES! Theron scrambles back to his feet, but Cage meets him with a kick to the stomach! HE PULLS HIM IN! CAGE LOOKING TO END IT EARLY, TRYING TO POWER THERON UP FOR THAT MERCY RULE! NO, THERON FLOATS OVER! CHICKENWING!! THERON TRYING TO LOCK IT IN, BUT CAGE FORCES HIMSELF INTO THE ROPES! Both men looking for the end early, but both unable to do so!

Drake: It shows that they’re both hurt; end this early and do as little damage to yourself as possible. The referee getting himself between Cage and Theron, forcing Theron back as Cage holds his hands up. The hint of a smirk crossing the face of Theron as he allows Cage to step back forward. Both men circling the ring, perhaps looking for a new route to take. They lock up and Theron takes the advantage with the side headlock before quickly transitioning behind Cage. Theron looks to take Cage down to the canvas – BUT DIAMOND CAGE FIRES BACK WITH A WICKED ELBOW TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! Theron releases his grip and staggers back against the ropes! Diamond Cage doesn’t waste any time, shooting forward and sends Theron over the top rope and to the outside! Theron lands on his feet, but stumbles back into the barricade to catch his footing – BUT LOOK AT DIAMOND CAGE! CAGE FLIES THROUGH THE ROPES WITH THE TOPE SUICIDA!

Pierre: NO, THERON CUTS HIM OFF WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! Cage caught in the ropes and falls back as Theron jumps up onto the apron and begins to quickly make his way to the top rope! Cage stumbles back to his feet, trying to shake out the cobwebs as Theron waits perched! Cage is up as Theron flies… DIVING FRONT DROPKICK! BOTH FEET DRIVEN INTO THE CHEST OF CAGE! Theron shoots back to his feet, but Cage isn’t too far behind him! Cage is obviously worse for wear as he staggers back into the corner and Theron meets him with a running European Uppercut! Theron doesn’t seem finished, shooting back across the ring, but Cage follows him and connects with a running forearm! Cage looks to follow it, but Theron bursts out of the corner and meets him with another Uppercut! These two just trading shots, neither relenting in the slightest! Theron shoots back across the ring as Cage follows – BUT THERON STOPS AND CUTS CAGE OFF WITH A STANDING LARIAT! CAGE DUCKS AND LOCKS THE WAIST! SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX! Theron dropped on the top of his head!

Drake: That’s how you break a neck, Pierre! Theron stumbles back to his feet and falls back into the ropes AS DIAMOND CAGE SENDS HIM OVER THE TOP ONCE MORE WITH ANOTHER CLOTHESLINE! Theron hits the thin padding covering the concrete flooring, but he isn’t down for long – BUT DIAMOND CAGE SHOOTS THROUGH THE ROPES AND THIS TIME THE TOPE SUICIDA CONNECTS! THERON SENT CRASHING BACK INTO THE BARRICADE AS DIAMOND CAGE SHOOTS BACK TO HIS FEET AND THE REFEREE BEGINS HIS COUNT!

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Pierre: Cage doesn’t relent on the attack, dragging Theron back to his feet and pulls him in AND SENDS HIM CRASHING BACK INTO THE BARRICADE, THIS TIME WITH A SNAP SUPLEX! THE SPINE OF THERON CONNECTING WITH THAT BARRICADE BEFORE HE DROPS BACK DOWN ONTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!

Drake: This is the kind of fight out want to avoid against Cage; you don’t want this thing to get gritty. You don’t want to give him to chance to use his environment to his advantage! Theron grabbing onto the barricade to drag himself back to his feet, but the moment he does, Cage meets him with a stiff forearm! Cage sends Theron rolling back under the bottom rope and into the ring before shooting up onto the apron and making his way up top. We saw Theron do the same thing with some form of success. Theron gingerly pushing himself back up as Diamond Cage leaps.. DIVING ELBOW DROP! THERON NIKOLAS DRIVEN BACK DOWN TO THE CANVAS AS DIAMOND CAGE LEANS BACK AND HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT!!

Drake: Theron gets the shoulder up just after two!

Pierre: Theron immediately sitting up, trying to show that there’s still plenty of fight left, but he has to be hurting. A smirk crossing the face of Cage; he’s enjoying the fight. Cage allowing Theron to push himself back to his feet, but who slowly does. Theron’s back to a vertical base and Cage fires with a short jab! Another! Another! Cage grabs him by the arm and sends him crashing into the corner! Running forearm! Diamond Cage driving that forearm into the jaw of Theron Nikolas! Cage grabs him by the head and looks to follow to with a bulldog, but Theron pushes him away! Cage turns around…

Theron: SUPERKICK!!

Drake: WHAT A RIGHT HAND! THERON FEINTED FOR THE SUPERKICK AND CAGE FIRED WITH A WICKED RIGHT HAND THAT CONNECTED ABSOLUTELY FLUSH! THERON BODY GOES LIMP AS HE COLLAPSES BACK DOWN TO THE CANVAS! Look at Cage! He’s laughing! He shakes his hand, no doubt that it had to hurt him… but Theron may have unconscious! Cage rolls him over onto his back and shoots into the cover!

ONE!! TWO!! TH–KICKOUT!!

Drake: Theron gets the shoulder up, but you can see in his eyes that the man is dazed! Cage just sitting there, he knows he has Theron right where he wants him! Cage getting back to his feet and has a handful of Theron’s hair as he does. Both men are back to their feet and Cage fires with a backhand! Another! Another! Another! ANOTHER! ANOTHER! DIAMOND CAGE RELENTLESSLY FIRING AT THE DEFENSELESS THERON NIKOLAS! THERON’S HANDS ARE DOWN, HE’S ON DREAM STREET! CAGE WITH ANOTHER… AND FOLLOWS IT WITH A LARIAT! DIAMOND SAINT SPECIAL!

Pierre: NO, THERON CUT HIM OFF WITH A HARD FOREARM TO THE JAW! SPIT FLYING FROM THE MOUTH OF DIAMOND CAGE AS HE FALLS BACK INTO THE ROPES! REBOUND LARIAT! STANDING MUSHROOM STOMP! DIAMOND CAGE WENT FOR THAT REBOUND LARIAT AND THERON CUTS HIM OFF AGAIN, THIS TIME WITH THAT MUSHROOM STOMP! BOTH FEET TO THE CHEST OF DIAMOND CAGE, DRIVING HIM BACK DOWN TO THE CANVAS! THERON NEEDED TO GET BACK INTO THE CONTEST AND BOY DID HE FIND A WAY! Diamond Cage gasping for air as he immediately rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself back up to his hands and knees as Theron stands stalking. Cage pushing himself back to a knee, but that’s a far as Theron allows him to get, rearing his head back and pulling him in! Reverse Suplex! Cage driven back down to the canvas as Theron shoots back up and backs into the corner! Theron starting to get that second wind as Cage pushes himself back up – BUT THE MOMENT THAT HE DOES, THERON ALMOST TURNS HIM INSIDE OUT WITH A RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! THERON LOOKS TO COVER, BUT CAGE STILL WITH ENOUGH WHEREWITHAL TO ROLL UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE! Theron shaking his head as he gets back to his feet; Cage trying to shake out the cobwebs, but Theron doesn’t look to give him the room! Theron hits the ropes and charges back into the corner, slingshotting over the top rope onto the apron! WHAT A KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD OF DIAMOND CAGE! CAGE ALMOST KNOCKED INTO A LOOP, BUT THE MAN STILL STANDS!

Drake: Not for long, Pierre! Theron stands on the apron as Cage gingerly turns back around! THERON CHARGES AND LEAPS OFF THE APRON WITH ANOTHER RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! THE IMPACT ALMOST DROPPING CAGE ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD! Cage stumbles back to his feet and straight back into the arms of Theron who rolls him back into the ring! Theron follows and calls for the end! Those series of shots to the head is no good for no man; the benefit for Cage is that the man didn’t have too many braincells left anyway! Theron drags Cage back to his feet and locks the wrist! Theron looking to end it! Theron looking to set another date to lose to Tiberius Jones! Theron pushes Cage away! A TOUCH OF HEROINE! NO, CAGE DROPS DOWN AND POWERS THERON UP INTO THE FIREMAN’S CARRY POSITION! USHIGOROSHI! THE BACK OF THE HEAD OF THERON DROPPED ON THE KNEE! Theron isn’t down for long, but Cage locks him by the waist and sends him overhead with the German Suplex! Cage holds the bridge!

ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT!!

Drake: Theron kicks out, but Cage doesn’t release his grip, dragging Theron back to his feet and sends him overhead with another! The grip still unbroken! Diamond Cage is looking for the hat trick! Theron trying to reach out to the ropes, but he’s a mile away! DIAMOND CAGE WITH THE THIRD GERMAN SUPLEX! THIS TIME CAGE SENDS THERON CRASHING AWAY! Cage is back to his feet as Theron stumbles back to his feet clutching at the back of his neck! Backhand from Cage! A second! Third! Fourth! Fifth! SIXTH – AND THEN ALMOST TAKES THERON’S HEAD OFF WITH A LARIAT! THIS TIME THE DIAMOND SAINT SPECIAL CONNECTS! How long can these two continue to fire away with these high impact shots? Cage dragging Theron back up to his feet and pulls him in. The hint of a smirk crossing the face of Cage before he powers Theron up high into the air! Cage has him exactly where he wants him! IF CAGE CONNECTS IT’S OVER! MERCY RULE! NO, THERON WITH A KNEE TO THE TOP OF THE HEAD! ANOTHER! THERON DOING WHATEVER HE CAN TO FIGHT HIS WAY BACK TO HIS FEET! HE DOES! THERON SWINGS WITH A WILD RIGHT HAND, BUT CAGE DUCKS UNDERNEATH AND STILL HAS A HOLD OF THERON’S WRIST! DEATH! MURDER! KILL! THERON BLOCKS IT WITH A BOOT TO THE ARM! CAGE DOESN’T RELEASE HIS GRIP AND FIRES WITH ANOTHER! THERON COUNTERS WITH A HIGH KNEE TO THE JAW!

Pierre: Theron knows he has to fight! If Cage connects it’s over! Theron breaks free AND IMMEDIATELY FIRES WITH A KICK TO THE KNEE! CAGE DROPS DOWN TO A KNEE – AND THERON FOLLOWS WITH THAT KNEELING SUPERKICK! THERON FALLS INTO THE COVER AND HOOKS BOTH LEGS!

ONE!! TWO!! THRE–KICKOUT!!

Pierre: CAGE KICKS OUT! THERON JUST SITS THERE IN COMPLETE SHOCK! THAT KICK CONNECTS ABSOLUTELY FLUSH! WHAT DOES EITHER MAN NEED TO DO TO BECOME THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER! Theron looks over at the corner and back down to at the still downed Diamond Cage! Theron looking to leap from the heavens and secure the date with the EAW World Champion! Theron making his way onto the apron and begins to slowly climb up to the top rope! Theron looking to put Cage away with that diving double footstomp! Theron’s trying to steady himself, but somehow Cage’s is back to his feet and meets him with a right hand! These two fighting for position! This isn’t going to end well for either man! Cage with another right! Theron with a forearm! Cage! Theron! Cage! Theron! CAGE WITH A HEADBUTT!! THERON LEANS BACK, THE STEEL POST THE ONLY THING STOPPING HIM FROM CRASHING TO THE OUTSIDE! CAGE PULLS THERON IN! CAGE LOOKING TO SEND BOTH HIMSELF AND THERON CRASHING BACK DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A SUPERPLEX! IT CONNECTS! DIAMOND CAGE WITH A SUPERPLEX FROM THE TOP! CAGE HITS THE CANVAS AND ROLLS BACK THROUGH! CAGE IGNORING THE PAIN AND POWERS THERON BACK UP! CAGE LOOKING FOR THAT MERCY RULE –

Drake: BUT, THERON FLOATS OVER AND DOWN INTO THE CHICKENWING!! DIAMOND CAGE TAKEN DOWN TO THE CANVAS!! CAGE TRYING TO FIGHT IT AS THERON LOOKS TO LOCK THOSE HANDS!! THERON RELEASES THE GRAPEVINE AND BEGINS TO FIRE AT THE MIDSECTION OF CAGE!! THERON’S HANDS ARE INCHES, MILLIMETERS AWAY FROM LOCKING!! CAGE ROLLS BACK THROUGH AND FORWARD THERON’S SHOULDERS ONTO THE CANVAS!

ONE!! TWO!!

Drake: THERON FORCED TO RELEASE THE HOLD AS BOTH MEN SCRAMBLE TO THEIR FEET!!

Theron: SUPERKICK!!!!!!!!!

Pierre: CAGE FIRES WITH THAT RIGHT HAND AGAIN, BUT THERON SEES IT COMING THIS TIME, CATCHING THE WRIST! THERON HAS HIM TRAPPED!! A TOUCH OF HEROINE!! IT CONNECTS!! IT CONNECTS!! CAGE DOESN’T GO DOWN?! THERON IS IN SHOCK!! THERON JUST HIT HIM WITH THAT SHORT ARM LARIAT AND CAGE JUST ABSORBED THE BLOW!! CAGE WITH A HEADBUTT TO THE BRIDGE OF THE NOSE!! THERON DROPS DOWN TO HIS KNEES, BUT CAGE PULLS HIM STRAIGHT TO HIS FEET AND HOOKS HIM!! DEATH!! MURDER!! KILL!! CAGE FIRES WITH ONE OF HIS OWN!! THERON CRASHES DOWN TO THE CANVAS IN A HEAP!! DIAMOND CAGE HAS JUST BOOKED HIS TICKET AGAINST THE CHAMPION!! CAGE CRAWLS INTO THE COVER!!

ONE!! TWO!! THREE-KICKOUT!!

Drake: WHAT?! WHAT?!

Pierre: THERON KICKED OUT!! THERON GOT HIS SHOULDER ABOUT HALF AN INCH OFF THE CANVAS!! CAGE HAS LOST IT!! DIAMOND CAGE MOUNTING THERON NIKOLAS AND BEGINS TO FIRE WITH THOSE CLOSED FISTED SHOTS!! ONE AFTER THE OTHER!! THE REFEREE TRYING TO PULL CAGE AWAY, BUT CAGE REFUSES TO RELENT!! THE REFEREE FORCED TO BEGIN TO COUNT – CAGE HAS TO STOP IF HE DOESN’T WANT TO THROW THIS AWAY!!

ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! FOUR!! FIV-

Pierre: CAGE THROWS UP HIS HANDS AND GETS BACK TO HIS FEET!! LOOK AT THERON – HE’S LAUGHING?! THERON’S LAUGHING! THERON LAUGHING AS HE PUSHES HIMSELF BACK TO HIS FEET!! WHAT IS THIS MAN MADE OF? WE SAW THIS DETERMINATION AT DIA DEL DIABLO AGAINST THE CHAMPION!! THERON’S BACK TO A KNEE AS CAGE SHOOTS FORWARD – BICYCLE KNEE LIFT!! CAGE CHARGES STRAIGHT INTO A BRUTAL KNEE FROM THERON!! CAGE FALLS FORWARD, INTO THE ARMS OF THERON!! THERON DOESN’T LEFT HIM FALL!! THERON PUSHES HIM BACK BEFORE HITTING THE ROPES – SICK KICK!! THE BOOT DRIVEN STRAIGHT INTO THE JAW OF CAGE!! CAGE GOES DOWN AS THERON IMMEDIATELY ROLLS UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE AND ONTO THE APRON!! THERON MAKING HIS WAY UP TO THE TOP ROPE AS CAGE BARELY STIRS!! THERON’S THERE!! THERON’S PERCHED AS HE LOOKS DOWN AT DIAMOND CAGE!! HAIL!! TO!! THE!! KING!! DIVING DOUBLE FOOTSTOMP TO THE CHEST OF DIAMOND CAGE!! THERON NIKOLAS HOOKS BOTH LEGS!!

ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

(“I Hope You Suffer” – AFI hits as Theron rolls off Cage and pushes himself back to his knees.)

Ring Announcer: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND THE NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!! THERON NIIIIIIIIKKKKOOOOLLLAAAAASSSS!!!!!

Pierre: What a match! What a main event!

Drake: Shut the Hell up, Pierre! It doesn’t matter! Doesn’t even matter who won this, and you know why? They’d both be falling once more to the might of the Triumvirate! Yeah, yeah – they practically killed each other, but you know what would have been MORE beneficial? ACTUALLY killing each other! Because Theron and The High Rollerz are dead come Territorial Invasion! Mark my words!

Pierre: Say what you will, Drake, but there’s no doubting how determined Theron is! Both he and Diamond Cage just laid it all on the line here tonight! They–

(Jaywalker makes his way out to the stage, staring down with Theron Nikolas as Theron looks on from the ring)

Drake: The Kingmaker himself has come here to grace our presence! They’re always watching, Pierre!

Pierre: HOLD ON–THE TRIUMVIRATE JUST STORMED THE RING–WHERE DID THEY COME FROM?!! TIBERIUS, ARES, AND LANNISTER ARE LAYING INTO THERON!! I DON’T THINK THEY EVEN INTEND FOR THIS EAW TITLE MATCH TO HAPPEN! THEY INTEND TO END THERON BEFORE HE EVEN GETS HIS SHOT! SOMEBODY NEEDS TO PUT A STOP TO THIS!

Drake: DIAMOND CAGE FORCES HIMSELF BACK UP AS HE GOES INTO THE TRIUMVIRATE, LAYING INTO THEM! STUPID MOVE BY A STUPID MAN! THE TRIUMVIRATE ARE JUST GOING AFTER HIM TOO NOW! HE SHOULD HAVE BAILED WHEN HE HAD THE CHANCE! HE–

(The crowd stirs as David Davidson and Jack Ripley rush down to the ring)

Pierre: INCOMING! THE HIGH ROLLERZ STORM THE RING, CATCHING THE TRIUMVIRATE OFF THEIR GUARD AS THIS HAS ERUPTED INTO A BRAWL! THE TRIUMVIRATE SUDDENLY FIND THEMSELVES OUTNUMBERED BY THE FOUR ENEMIES IN THE RING! THEY’RE FLEEING THE RING AS THE HIGH ROLLERZ, THERON NIKOLAS, AND DIAMOND CAGE BECOME TOO MUCH FOR THEM!

Drake: HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT, PIERRE?! TAC-TI-CAL RETREAT! THEY’RE NOT FOOLS WHO JUST JUMP INTO DANGER LIKE DIAMOND CAGE!

Pierre: Well nonetheless, The Triumvirate have been outnumbered and stopped dead in their tracks tonight by those four men in the ring! HOLD ON–DIAMOND CAGE HAS THERON FROM BEHIND?! GERMAN SUPLEX!!! A GERMAN SUPLEX?!! CAGE ROLLS OUT OF THE RING AS THE CONFUSED HIGH ROLLERZ LOOK ON! THE TRIUMVIRATE LOOKS LIKE THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF IT! Diamond Cage looks absolutely furious!

Drake: He said it last week, Pierre! Don’t you know how to listen? He clearly said he doesn’t trust anyone anymore under any circumstances! Let alone guys like The High Rollerz and Theron Nikolas! He’s on his own here!

Pierre: The Triumvirate certainly look amused by this turn of events, but nonetheless, they still have a lot on their plate! Theron Nikolas and The High Rollerz are looking for some payback, and they intend to get it at Territorial Invasion inside the No Way Out Match! I can’t wait for it, but we’re running out of time for tonight, so signing off for Drake Jaeger, I’m Pierre McGuire, and we’ll see you next week on the final edition of Showdown before Territorial Invasion!

(An angry Diamond Cage takes his leave through the crowd while The High Rollerz check on a damaged Theron Nikolas. The Triumvirate looks on from the stage as the camera fades to black)

(EAW Logo Buzzes)

 

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