APostingGod
02-18-2010, 12:32 AM
The show opens with Jeffery O'Donnell standing at the top of entrances with a microphone.
O'Donnell: Let's cut the bull right now, this week I end any chance The Judge has for fighting for the World Title. So this week, the battle royal will now be a Handicap match. Furthermore, I have a extra special surprise for him this week.
Since we've got that out of the way, I am proud to announce next week Kayne Risen and Jesse Long will take on Jeremiah Ranks and Michael Hayden for a tag team title shot at Damnation. I will also announce to other matches for Damnation after tonight's Main Event for the World Title. Enjoy the show.
EWE 9
The Evolution Tour
Leeds
February 16th, 2010
We switch to backstage where The One and 2 are sitting in the locker room.
2: I hope we are on the same page this week buddy, I didn't like the guy I saw last week. You ready for Mike Adams?
The One: I don't care about Adams. I have one mission.
2: Are you alright man?
The One walks out of the room.
The One: I will be.
We switch to the ring.
Ted: Its time for the Ironman Championship here Scott. We have the current champion Jokester going up against a rising star here in the EWE Blade Lavigne. It should be a good match.
Scott: Haven't you been paying attention to the Newswire as of late Ted? Blade Lavigne has been suspended.
Ted: Wha Wha What?
Scott: I don't think I stuttered Ted. Blade Lavigne has been suspended from the EWE. Thus this match won't happen.
Ted: Then what are we doing here Scott? We were told this match would go on as scheduled tonight.
Scott: Well that is not what I have heard Ted, but we will have to see.
Ironman Championship
The Jokester vs. Blade LaVigne
Blade Lavigne - 21/200 Crowd Support
"Bleed for Me" by Saliva hits the pa system. The crowd waits as Blade doesn't come through the entrance curtain. The fans begin to stir then boo as Blade still doesn't make his way out the back.
Scott: Well Ted. I told you so.
Jokester - 11/200 Crowd Support
"I am Walrus" by the Beatles comes across the pa system as Jokester comes out wearing his EWE Ironman Championship across his waist. He makes his way down to the ring with a serious look on his face as if he is about to wrestle. He then enters the ring to a few clucks and chuckles from the crowd.
Jokester hands the referee his EWE Ironman Championship as he begins to warm up for his "match". Jokester begins to bounce about the ring as the announcer and the time keeper have a mini conference. Then Jokester is announced as the winner and handed his championship back. Thats when Jokester goes into high mode dropping to his knees ala Shawn Michaels. He then holds the championship to his chest as if it has been a lifelong dream to be the EWE Ironman Champion. A tear rolls down his cheek as he thrusts the championship into the air. He then gets to his feet and goes to the corner and gets up onto the ropes and shows the crowd his championship as they cluck and chuckle along.
WINNER: Jokester by Humiliation
Ted: I think that this celebration is a little to dramatic Scott. What is Jokester thinking here tonight?
Scott: What is Jokester thinking? Ted he is the longest reigning EWE Ironman Champion and that in itself is worth a celebration of Jokester's magnitude. He is simply brilliant Ted. BRILLIANT.
Ted: Cluck you Scott. This is like slapping Blade across the face with a wet rubber chicken. Its nothing more than humiliation at its best.
Scott: You would know about the wet rubber chicken you sick freak. This is NOT humiliation, well anymore than what Blade is use to.
Jokester asks for a microphone and he is given one. He then leans into the ropes looking right into the camera with a smile on his face. He wipes the single tear off his cheek as he backs away from the ropes.
Well Well Well look who is still the Champ. If you are blind or a little dumb you would know I am talking about myself. The longest reigning EWE Ironman Champion in history. I knew something along these lines would happen so I had a little video package prepared for your enjoyment.
The video package begins to play and it showcases Jokester's matches in the EWE and then him winning the Ironman Championship. The video then progresses into his wins with the championship and then a picture of Blade is shown on the screen. It morphs into a picture of a chicken, not El Pollo but a chicken. Then you can hear clucking before the video package ends with the words Blade is a Chicken. Jokester cracks another smile as he looks around at the crowd and shrugs his shoulders like he didn't know that was on there.
Ted: That was uncalled for! What is Jokester thinking?
Scott: He is living up to his name Ted. You always take everything so seriously. He is taunting a man who he deems to be a chicken, nothing wrong with that.
Ted: Blade cannot fight back Scott, this is cowardly.
Scott: Like a chicken.... cluck.. cluck.. cluck..
Don't hate me because I am being honest here. Blade did something to get out of this match and got himself suspended. We all knew he was a little off but now we know he is just a chicken. But don't worry Blade when you come back, and you will, I'll let you have a go at this championship again. That's if your ... [snickers] ... man enough.
Jokester looks out onto the crowd once more as he makes a flapping and then clucking sound as if he was a chicken. He then drops the microphone and exits the ring as his music hits.
As Jokester exits the ring, Jeffrey O'Donnell appears from backstage with a mic.
O'Donnell: Cut that damn music. He hasn't earned it yet! In fact, it's about time he did something to earn his wage around here. Since you have lucked into another week as IronMan champ without having to try to hard, I think that these fans should get some live Jokester action for their money so I'm putting you in the Gluttony match later this evening. That makes five.....six of you now. Does that feed your greed, Leeds?
The crowd signal some enthusiasm for the prospect and O'Donnell leaves with a smile. Jokester shrugs and slaps a few hands as he goes back up the ramp.
We cut to backstage where The Judge sits alone in his locker room, still mourning. When Cole walks in, he sits next to The Judge.
Cole: Ain't nothing right about death, but I got a job to do. So I'm going to sit here for a moment with you, because every man needs to understand his pain. Then, I'm going to do what I've been paid to, because every man gots to survive.
Cole nods his head, and the screen fades to black.
Commercial Break.
We come back to see T-Dog walking through the hallways, Billy Flamer stops hims.
Flamer: T-Dog, where have you been? Where are you going?
T-Dog: Where's O'Donnell?
Flamer points towards his office and T-Dog continues walking
The One vs. Mike Adams
Scott: So I guess what we have next, is an old-fashioned grudge match?
Ted: That’s the way I see it. The One and Mike Adams have a lot of history together, and now that they’re both active superstars again, it would be a waste not to throw them together.
Scott: Let’s just hope both of these men still have plenty in the tank to put on a great match!
Mike Adams – 3/200 Crowd Support
Chet: The following contest is schedule for one fall! Entering first, Mike Adams!
Adams appears from behind the curtain and raises an arm to a dull crowd. He shrugs this off and makes his way down to the ring, an arrogant smirk on his face. He slides inside and stands up on the turnbuckle with his arm raised.
The One – 20/200 Crowd Support
Chet: And his opponent, weighing in at 245 lbs, The One!
The One shows up and gets a much louder ovation than that of his opposition. He raises his head to the sky, then begins his walk down the ramp, focusing his gaze on Adams. He enters the ring and does the God Like Pose on the turnbuckle, then hops down and readies himself.
Ding
The One begins the match by lunging at his opponent, signaling the beginning of the match along with the ring bell. Adams ducks a clothesline attempt, but a returning One connects with his second try after bouncing off the ropes. Adams returns to his feet swiftly and charges at The One, dropping him with a kick to the knee, then a slap to the back of his head. One angrily returns to his feet and chops Adams across the chest, leading an irate Adams to return the favor. The two exchange chops in the center of the ring before Adams takes command and grabs One by the head, whipping him into the turnbuckle.
Scott: Looks like a lot of raw emotion in this one so far, neither man trying anything too big yet.
Adams moves in close to the prone One on the turnbuckle, and grabs his head. He kicks One once in the gut, raises an arm to the crowd, then kicks him again. The One doubles over in pain but headbutts Adams in the chest when he attempts a third kick. Adams turns his back on One in pain and pays for this when The One hits an inverted DDT. He covers Adams and gets a two count barely. Adams returns to his feet quickly and powers out of One’s attempt to DDT him. He pushes The One back and delivers another swift kick to the gut. Adams then bounces off the ropes swiftly brings his elbow to The One’s head. The One crumples to the mat in pain but rolls away when Adams tries to cover him. Adams retaliates by bouncing off the ropes and dropping his legs on The One’s skull. The ensuing cover yields only two.
Ted: Both men are playing this one close to the vest, a lot of chances not being taken here.
After kicking out of the pin, The One clambers back to his feet and Adams does the same. The One goes after Adams again, but Adams ducks the clothesline and this time hits the returning One with an elbow to the face. Adams follows up with a vertical suplex, followed by an elbow drop on the downed One. This yield a two count but Adams quickly continues his assault, bringing The One back to his feet. One punches Adams in the gut but this does nothing to dissuade Adams, who connects with a powerful DDT, and again gets only two. Adams jumps to his feet quickly and signals for One to do the same. The One stumbles back up and meets Adams head on. The two lock up and Adams tries for another DDT by hooking One’s head. One twists out of it and catches a surprised Adams off guard. The One takes advantage and lifts Adams up for the God Like Drop, but Adams squirms off One’s shoulder and down his back. Adams wisely reaches down and rolls One up into a pin attempt, stealing a win after a three count!
Winner by pinfall at 5 minutes, Mike Adams!
Chet: Your winner by pinfall, Mike Adams!
Scott: Seems like Adams had something up his sleeve for everything The One did, and it proved to be enough tonight.
Ted: The One can’t be happy about this, but it’s his own fault, seems like he underestimated Mike Adams tonight!
We cut back to Judges Lockerroom with The Judge laid out on the floor, and Cole exiting.
Cole: If it means anything to you, I think you got something special about you. No matter what happens tonight, remember every man got's the right to somethings in life, and just because you hit a setback, it ain't going to make you any different. You got the right, use it.
Cole walks out and Judge collects himself, and the screen fades to black.
Made in America w/ Jesse Long
Scott: Welcome back folks. By the looks of things in the ring, the show is about to get rather controversial.
"We're From America" by Marilyn Manson blares across the PA and a series of red, white, and blue pryos shoot off from the four ring posts. Once the smoke clears, the American flag can be seen hanging over the ring. Beneath Old Glory is "The American Icon" Jesse Long standing at a very presidential looking podium, wearing a suit jacket over his everyday apparel.
Jesse: Good evening foreigners, and welcome to the inaugural edition of the only show in Europe that isn't entirely forgettable, Made In America, starring me, "The American Icon" Jesse Long.
The crowd, unsurprisingly, boos fiercely with disapproval.
Jesse: Well who the fuck cares what you think? Last time I checked, England has like, zero medals in the Olympics. Way to achieve, losers.
Crowd: GO HOME YANK! GO HOME YANK! GO HOME YANK! GO HOME YANK!
Jesse: Oh whatever, I'm not wasting my airtime on you jagged-yellow-toothed mouthbreathers. Now, before I move on to matters at hand, first I have a brief message for our current Iron Man Champion.
Jesse leans forward on his podium and looks directly into the camera.
Jesse: Jokester, this isn't over. Last week, you embarrassed my country, and more importantly, you embarrassed me. You have got a hell of a lot to pay for your past transgressions. Sooner or later, I will make you feel all the pain and suffering you have put me and my family through, and in the end, the only one laughing will be me. This isn't over by a goddamn long shot.
Jesse composes himself and returns to a normal standing position.
Jesse: Now, some of you people may be thinking that I am going to be all emo-y and crying like a like some little bitch that got Twilight spoiled for them because I lost my Iron Man title shot last week. Those people dead wrong. I'm glad I didn't that win that worthless heap of metal and pleather. That hunk of crap has been passed around more times than a Page 3 girl at a soccer convention. Who wants to hold a European championship anyway? That's like saying you beat Blade LaVigne in a match. Yeah you've got a win, but it's still over a plagiarizing waterhead. If I'm gonna be the champion of anything, it sure as hell isn't going to EWE, let alone this cesspool of a nation. If I'm gonna defend a title, it'll be when I want, and against who I want. I am the champion of change. I am the champion of freedom. I am the champion…of America.
The lights go out and the crowd attempts to illuminate the arena with flashbulbs.
Ted: What in the bloody hell is going on? I can't see a damn thing!
Scott: I get the feeling that Jesse is behind this.
The lights come back on and Jesse is standing in the middle of the ring holding the former PCW and WPW Hardcore Championship belt, with the words "United States" duct taped over the word "Hardcore".
Jesse: Allow me to introduce all of you inbred prudes to the only championship being defended on this side of the Atlantic that matters, the United States Championship of America! That's right, I said America, not EWE, AMERICA!
Ted: I can't believe that tosser thinks he can just waltz in to EWE, start waving around some beat up old relic of a belt, and call it a real championship.
Jesse: But don't expect me to just pull some title out of my ass and proclaim it to be the greatest thing since freedom fries. That'd make me a paper champion, and great Americans like myself just don't roll like that. I need to defend this baby in a match. Someone distinguished, someone legendary, someone worthy of getting beaten by me. And with that, let's bring out my opponent and special guest tonight, some consider him to be the father of British wrestling, weighing in tonight at 11 stone, whatever the hell that means, hailing from Blackpool, Lancashire, England, The Man of a Thousand Holds, Johnny Saint!
A lone spotlight shines on the entrance ramp and the elderly Johnny Saint steps through the current with no music playing. He waves to the fans he respond with immense cheers and adulation.
Scott: That's Johnny Saint! He's 67 years old, there's no way he can handle being in the ring with Long! He'll be killed!
Ted: Don't count Saint out just yet Scott. He's one tough old bastard.
Saint gingerly makes his way to the ring, walks up the steps, and then climbs into the ring. The old man seems to be unfazed by the challenge at hand.
Jesse: Took you long enough! Jesus, my unborn daughter could've earned herself a PHD in the time it took you get down here. Now, let's get ourselves a ref out here so we can make this here match official. But not just any old zebra no, you guessed it, an AMERICAN referee! So let's all give a big round of applause for the Senior American Official, legendary referee Nick Patrick!
"America The Beautiful" plays and out walks Nick Patrick in a red, white, and blue striped referee shirt. The fans shower Patrick with boos as this clearly doesn't bode well for Saint.
Scott: Someone's gotta shut this down! Nick Patrick is a nothing but a whore and a cheat. He's clearly in Jesse's back pocket!
Nick Patrick, already in the ring, takes the United States Championship of America from Jesse and holds it up to the crowd, who predictably disapprove. Patrick hands the belt to the timekeeper, and then instructs him to ring the bell.
*DING DING*
Immediately, Johnny Saint charges at The American Icon, but gets stopped in his tracks by Patrick, who checks him for any foreign objects, much to the dismay of the crowd.
Crowd: THIS IS BULLSHIT! *clap clap clapclapclap* THIS IS BULLSHIT! *clap clap clapclapclap* THIS IS BULLSHIT! *clap clap clapclapclap*
Ted: I completely agree, this is nothing but typical American, ego-driven bullshit.
While the referee is checking Johnny, Jesse rushes the elder Saint. However, Saint leapfrogs Long and smacks Jesse across the back of the head. The crowd laughs at Long, which does nothing but anger The American Icon, who violently removes his jacket. As it appears the Jesse is going to put his jacket down, he throws it Saints face, temporarily blinding him. Long seizes the opportunity and runs at Saint, hitting him with the Air Force Long. Saint collapses to the ground and Jesse pounces, applying the Freedom Isn't Free triangle chokehold on the already unconscious European legend. Jesse locks in the submission move, squeezing the life out of Saint. Nick Patrick raises Saint's arm, releases, and it falls to the mat. He raises his arm again, and again it falls the mat. Nick raises Saint's arm for a third and final time, and it obviously falls to the mat once more. He calls for the bell, however Jesse refuses to break the hold. Nick Patrick shrugs and does nothing to attempt to get Jesse off of the comatose old man. EWE Security bolts to the ring, and with all their might, finally get Jesse to the release Saint from his clutches. Nick Patrick hands the US Title belt to Long, which sends him into a celebration akin to winning the WWE Championship in the main event of WrestleMania. He leans out of the ring and shouts something at Chet Peterson. Initially Chet refuses, but after Jesse grabs him by the collar and threatens him, he reluctantly complies.
Chet: Here is your winner and the FIRST United States Champion of America..."The American Icon" Jesse Long!
"Amerika" by Rammstein blares as red, white, and blue confetti begins to fall from the ceiling and Jesse basks in his sham of a victory.
Scott: Folks at home, on behalf of EWE, I apologize for this past segment. Jesse Long does not represent this company as a whole, and I hope the actions of this one ego maniac don't sour your opinions towards the rest of Awakening. We'll take a quick commercial break, and hopefully this mess will be cleared up by then.
Ted: That was absolutely disgusting.
Jesse soaks up the contempt shown towards him by the crowd, who have now begun to throw trash into the ring. The EMT's rush out to assist Saint with, moving him onto a gurney and providing him with some much needed oxygen. The American Icon, ignoring the situation behind him, climbs the turnbuckle and holds the United States Championship of America high into the air. One lucky fan manages to peg Jesse in the face with a cup of beer as the show fades to commercial.
Commercial Break.
Seven Deadly Sins III - Gluttony
The Judge vs. The Entire Roster
The Judge - 27/200
Mike Adams- 3/200
The One - 25/200
The Jokester - 11/200
Scott: Next up, it’s a feast for the wrestling anorexics out there. We stuff you full of suplexes, powerbombs, submission moves and high flying moves until you literally burst from all the excitement. Ladies and gentlemen, this week, The Judge faces his gluttony!
Ted: It’s more like he faces a glut of top quality wrestlers, and with the addition of Jokester to this match, it’s a glut of gut in Gluttony!
Scott: That’s a bit unkind to EWE’s current IronMan Champion. That’s not a gut he’s got there. It’s just some post-Christmas bloating.
Ted: Post-Christmas 1995, by the look of it.
Scott: Here’s Chet to announce what’s to happen.
Chet: This match is the third in the Seven Deadly Sins Sequence in which Judge has two wins to his name. It is a handicap match where Judge will be up against the men who have taken up Jeffrey O’Donnell’s challenge.
Scott: And let’s not forget that O’Donnell has offered a massive bounty of Euros to the challengers if they can take Judge out of this match.
Chet: Here are the challengers, Mike Adams, The One and Jokester!
The One leads out his team mates and nods in approval at the increased crowd support after his match earlier this evening. Adams trails, looking a bit bruised, but still full of energy and Jokester follows, singing his entrance music since EWE’s clearance department still haven’t negotiated the performing rights.
They enter the ring and test the ‘give’ in the ropes by bouncing back and forth a few times, narrowly avoiding a collision on two occasions.
Chet: And the man they have to beat, from Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 219 lbs, he is The Judge!
Ted: Isn’t it time that Chet started announcing these men in stones and pounds, or even kilograms?
Scott: Chet struggles to remember his own name, never mind our superior European systems, Ted. It’s our little concession to the US market.
Judge hobbles to the ring, but gets a pretty good crowd response as they realise that he is to be Jeffrey O’Donnell’s sacrificial lamb in this contest. He gets in the ring, glares at Jokester as he gets too close, then closes his eyes and bows his head for a moment of silent prayer.
Scott: Judge has been talking about the loss of his best friend this week. I’m not sure that he’s in the right frame of mind for this match. Gluttony is the last thing on his mind.
Ted: Why, what did he do? Eat him?
Scott: Ooh! That’s crass, even for you, Ted.
Ted: Just trying to cheer him up a little, Scott. Even then, his little visit with Cole earlier can't be helping this almost impossible battle.
The One breaks Judge’s contemplation with a club to the back of the neck and the fire rises in Judge’s eyes. He throws off his jacket and turns to face his opponent.
Ding Ding
The One gets in a kick to the midsection and then floors The Judge with a Twisting Neckbreaker. He covers and invites referee Todd Franklin to count but Judge’s shoulder is up before the mat can be struck even once. The One lifts Judge and straight away DDTs him to the mat, following up with a God….Like….Elbow Drop.
Ted: Divine execution of that move.
Scott: Weak pun.
Ted: Hey, Jokester’s in the ring - I figured I could get away with that sorta thing.
The One flicks some less-than-God-Like sweat onto Judge’s fallen body and goes to tag in Mike Adams but, looking straight into his eyes, pulls away his hand and tags Jokester instead. Jokester gets through the ropes and lifts Judge for a Triangle Choke but Judge grabs his wrist before he can lock it in and slowly turs the hold round so that Judge has Jokester in the choke move. Jokester struggles for a few seconds then manages to use his weight to push Judge back into the turnbuckle where the impact forces him to release the move. Jokester whips him into the opposite turnbuckle then follows up with a forearm. He grabs Judge’s arm and repeats the whip into the opposite corner, then follows on with another attempted forearm. Judge sees this one coming though and gets an elbow up so that Jokester’s nose is caught and he stops short. Jokester grabs his nose and Judge takes advantage with a Vertical Suplex.
Ted: Wow! I don’t know how many kilograms Jokester is hiding in that leotard, but Judge has hoisted every one of them four feet off the floor before depositing them back on Earth.
Judge covers and Todd Franklin counts……
1.……………..2.…………but the pin is interrupted by a kick to Judge’s back from Mike Adams. Franklin tells Adams to return to the corner but that allows Jokester a chance at two fingers up Judge’s nose and a punch to the midsection. He gets up and switches to a Fisherman’s Suplex, then goes to tag in Mike Adams.
Franklin acknowledges the legality of the tag and lets Mike Adams re-enter the ring to aim two kicks to Judge as he lies on the mat. He grabs the tope rope for leverage and gets in a few more kicks before Franklin warns him off.
Scott: Franklin was a bit slow there but he is one of EWE’s newest employees and he’ll know how Jeffrey O’Donnell wants this one to end.
Ted: In tears?
Scott: Well…..yes, I suppose.
Having disabled Judge, Adams lifts him and pulls him into a short-arm lariat. Judge crashes down. Adams goes to the top rope for a moonsault and lands it with a crash. He grabs Judge’s leg and yells at Franklin to get on with it.
Franklin counts……
1.…………………………..2.…………………….Thr…….No! Judge gets a shoulder up.
Scott: Judge is summoning up some amazing resilience from who knows where.
Ted: He got it cheap on eBay.
Adams looks furiously at Franklin but takes his eye off Judge who grabs Adams by the testicles and squeezes hard.
Todd Franklin either ignores the illegality of the move or genuinely does not realise why Adams’ face is turning purple. Judge releases the hold and lifts Adams into a Fireman’s Carry. He runs at the turnbuckle and slams him hard then lifts him back up and repeats the feat in the opposite corner.
Scott: Let’s remember that Adams and Judge have already had one gruelling match tonight so they won’t be at their finest right now.
Judge lifts Adams again and slams him to the mat before his knees buckle and he covers.
1.…………….2.………….again the count is interrupted, this time by The One’s club to the back of Judge’s neck. Again, Todd Franklin pushes The One back to his corner but this just allows Adams recovery time and he is able to restore the balance with a thumb to the eye and he gets to his feet, bringing Judge’s arm with him in a wrist lock. He climbs the turnbuckle and starts to walk the top rope.
Scott: Hah! This is Adams’ homage to ‘Old School’
But Adams lose his balance and crashes to the ring surround. The knowledgeable crowd spot the minor error and cruelly respond with a chant of ‘You fucked up! You fucked up!’
Ted: Well, Adams just failed his final exam but that’s not very sporting of the crowd to point that out.
The One goes to where Adams lies on the surround and yells at him while Todd Franklin starts a count out. He gets to five before there is an interruption.
Jeffrey O’Donnell appears at the top of the ramp.
Jeffrey O’Donnell: Just wait a damn minute. I forgot to tell you that I extended the deadline for entry to this match and it seems like we had a few last minute sign ups. Go get him!
2 - 40/200
Kayne Risen - 13/200
Jesse Long - 7/200
Cole- 0/200
Kayne Risen, 2, Jesse Long and Cole rush out and pick Adams up before rolling him in the ring. Long continues rolling him before Judge can attack and reaches the corner where 2, Kayne Risen and JMC all tag Adams at the same time.The three men get in the ring and Franklin starts to object but realises that he would be wasting his time so allows the match to continue. They charge judge but he floors each of them in turn with a Clothesline then, when 2 gets back up, Back Body Drops him to the outside. Cole and Kayne come at him but get the same treatment leaving Judge in the ring alone.
Jeffrey O’Donnell: Oh, for the love of…………..Wait! There’s one man missing! You may have seen something by a man with the name of ‘Pride’ this week. Well, I’m damn proud to have acquired his services, so let me introduce…………..not Pride - I think that was his little joke - you may know him better as…………….
SiNN!!!!!!!
SiNN charges out, exchanging a high five with O’Donnell on the way past and runs to the ring, slides under the bottom rope and stares out Judge. The other participants return to the ring and line up behind SiNN. There is a pause.
SiNN slowly smiles at the line while, behind him, Judge starts to back up from all the men and his arch enemy. 2, Kayne Risen, Cole, Jesse Long, Jokester, Mike Adams and The One all rush the Judge but get in each other’s way and are knocked back by simultaneous Drop Kicks from Judge and SiNN. Judge looks up in supprise as SiNN picks up Kayne Risen and punishes him with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Judge picks up Jokester and makes eyecontact with SiNN before he floors him with a Judgement DDT then hooks a leg for a cover. SiNN forearms anyone else that comes too close as Todd Franklin drops and counts.
1.…………………2.……………….3
NO!
Cole rushes back from behind SiNN and breaks up the count. Mike Adams enters the ring and hits SiNN in the back of the head, Jesse and Kayne push SiNN out of the ring, and The One slowly creeps in the ring. Judge turns around and is hit by a God Like Drop. The One goes for the pin.
1...............2....................3.
Ding Ding
Chet: The winner of Gluttony……..by pinfall, EWE.
Jeffrey O’Donnell: Wait! Wait! Wait! We aren't done here! Stay where you are, One, 2 and Cole. Ring that bell again because we’re going straight into the next Deadly Sin………and Judge, I bet you wish to revenge yourself on these men that wanted to hurt you…….I bet you LUST for revenge. Well, revenge can be yours. Three against one. Go!
Seven Deadly Sins IV - Lust
The Judge vs. One/2/Cole
Ding Ding
Mike Adams, Kayne Risen , Jesse Long and Jokester all escort SiNN from the ring, as he attempts to fight them all off, the bell goes and Judge, panting heavily picks himself up again but walks straight into a three man version of the 3D. He rolls over on impact and the team of 2, THe One and Cole all cover him.
Todd Franklin shrugs and counts.
1.………………2.……………..3
Ding Ding
Chet: Your winners of The Lust match, The EWE roster! This brings the score to 2 wins for Judge with 2 losses!
Scott: I’ve been too shocked to comment.
Ted: Me too. Actually, I’ve been too scared to comment. It looks as though Jeffrey O’Donnell wants Judge to lose this sequence of matches.
Scott: Oh, you think? Well, we’ll just have to wait and see....
We cut backstage once again to reveal SiNN standing in front of O'Donnell.
O'Donnell: What was that? We had a deal! Next week, you will face Judge in his fifth match entitled Pride. If you do not show Pride and fight to win that match, every member of your old SiNNdicate group, One, 2, Risen and Long will be fired on the spot. If you show some god damn heart out there, maybe you'll have a job here, but until then, consider yourself a hired hand.
Commercial Break.
EWE Title Match
Omar Gibson vs. JMC
“Don't Forget The Rules” by Charlie Clouser hits the PA system and the Arena turns dark with a purple tinge spreading over the arena. As the Violins hit, James Moriarty Cassius emerges, his arms held outstretched and his head turned to the side, looking over his captive crowd. JMC smiles wide as he hears the boo’s for him steadily increasing, and then increasing even more as Cole emerges from behind the curtain at his side.
Chet: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWE Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first the challenger, hailing from Bad Segeberg, Germany, weighing in a t 88 and a half kgs, James Moriarty Cassius!
JMC makes his way to the ring with Cole at his side but focusing on the boo’s around him and seeming to soak it all up.
Scott: Making his way to the ring is one of the most despicable human beings I’ve ever seen.
Ted: Why? Because he’s smarter then you and the rest of the roster?
Scott: Intelligence has nothing to do with it, Cassius is arrogant and full of himself, so full of himself he even issued a personal guarantee that he’d walk out champion tonight.
Ted: Well why shouldn’t he? Cassius is talking nothing but victory while our dear champion would rather focus on his sex life. Now I guess we know where Omar’s been.
As JMC gets to the ring the music slows considerably and he poses on the top turnbuckle, looking at his outstretched hand as the crowd who recognize him let him know they don’t like him at all. There is a ginger in the crowd holding a sign directed at Cole that reads, “Looking fat Sophie.” Cole appears unbothered, rock hard and cold like usual as he simply waits outside the ring.
”Suffer” by Staind hits the speakers and the crowd rises to it’s feet.
Chet: And his opponent… From The Bronx, New York. Weighing in at 100 kilo’s, he is the European Wrestling Evolution Champion. Omar ‘Bona-Fide’ Gibson!
Scott: The champ is here!
The EWE Champion slowly walks out with a Black Hannibal Lecter mask on his face. He’s being very cautious as he walks to the ring absorbing the cheers he’s receiving until he walks up to Cole. Omar removes the mask and looks into Cole’s eyes, who stares back with a cold calculated frown. Omar just laughs as Cole’s expression stays hard as a rock.
Ted: The EWE Champion doesn’t seem to worried about Cole out there.
Scott: Why should he worry when Cole can’t win a match to save his life?
Ted: Because he doesn’t need to win tonight, he just needs to make sure that Omar doesn’t win. Ask Frank The Ninja how that turns out, oh that’s right, he’s practicing the fine art of disappearing these days.
OBG slides into the ring and climbs onto the top turnbuckle without so much as looking Cassius’ way. He taunts like Suicide as he points at both of his temples. Cassius takes this as disrespect and charges Omar and nails him with a forearm to the small of his back as the ref signals for the bell.
Scott: Here we go, Cassius getting the early jump on Omar.
Ted: Turn your back on a Cassius, expect to pay for it.
Omar steps backward down from the turnbuckle and turns to face Cassius as if he was never struck at all. Omar points to his face and begins to smile wide, pointing to a spot on the underside of his chin. Cassius’ brows are furrowed down in a mix of confusion and disgust.
Scott: It looks like Omar is telling JMC that if he wants to hit him, to hit him in the face.
Ted: It looks like Omar is an idiot, what is he thinking giving someone like Cassius a free shot?
Scott: He said it himself Ted, he’s turned on by pain, it gives him a rush and makes him a more dangerous person.
Ted: Well he should save that bollocks for the bedroom, for fuck’s sake spend the cash bonus as champion to hire a mistress or something and focus on staying the champion!
JMC finally steps forward and nails Omar just in the place he asked to be hit but it only forces a smile to OBG’s face. Omar yells at JMC to hit him again and Cassius complies but only gets the same result. Omar yells “One More Time!” but Cassius doesn’t like to be ordered around and kicks Gibson hard in the shin instead. Gibson recoils down for a moment and Cassius quickly rises a knee up to Gibson’s face sending his body snapping back. As Omar tries to balance himself Cassius turns his body to deliver a sidekick to Gibson’s hip and OBG stays put to take the punishment. Cassius runs to the ropes to gain momentum and bounces off them charging at the champion but Omar seeming to play opossum in holding his side suddenly recovers with a hard left roundhouse kick to the face sending Cassius to the mat, holding his nose in pain.
Scott: JMC gave OBG exactly what he wanted there and Omar capitalized on it, seems the Prince of Cats isn’t the best listener Ted.
Ted: Who needs to listen when you’re so good at talking? On an unrelated note, with JMC and OBG around it got me thinking, if someone named Franky Alex Green joined EWE, would we refer to him as FAG?
Scott: What in god’s name does that have to do with the match?
Ted: Nothing, which is why I said unrelated note. Now who has trouble listening?
Omar pulls JMC back up to his feet and rises his knee to hit Cassius in the gut. Cassius slumps over Omar’s knee and OBG tosses him carelessly to the mat which James hits with a thud. Omar goes down for a leg lock but Cole quickly grabs Cassius by the arms and drags him out of the ring, much to the disapproval of the crowd. The referee looks livid and after yelling at Cole begins his ten count. Cassius looks up at Omar and shakes his head, pointing to his brain. “Chess, not checkers!” He yells toward the ring.
Scott: Good thing for royal one that his lackey Cole was there to save the day, eh Ted?
Ted: Every King needs his pawns Scott.
JMC moves to slide back in the ring and Omar charges him but then JMC slides back out, his smile turning to laughter as the boo’s grow louder. He points to his head one more time as the crowd give him several thumbs down. Cole fakes sliding into the ring next but does trick Omar long enough to allow Cassius to quickly slide in behind him and charge the back of his knees clipping them with his forearm sending the larger man down. JMC quickly stands and kicks the left knee, which he has clearly made his target now, and then drops to the mat to lock in a leg scissors. Omar leans his head back for a moment as the pain rushes through his body but then he uses his hands to push his upper body up forcing himself to sit. Omar looks into Cassius’ eyes and a wide smile comes across his face, mirrored only by a look of shock and disgust from Cassius.
Scott: OBG loves this Ted, he told Cassius the pain only fires him up and he told him no matter what he did, that he would not be stopped.
Ted: Yes but there’s more then just pain at stake here Scott, this man might not tap out but that doesn’t make him invincible. Cassius said it best, pain is the body’s way of telling the mind when to stop and just because OBG may not feel it doesn’t mean the damage isn’t being done.
Scott: Try telling Cassius that right now.
Just as Scott spoke Omar leans forward and punches James right in the nose. James instantly lets go of the hold and moves across the ring to get away from OBG who just laughs and gets to his feet. Omar charges James and the champion quickly drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope again, waving his arms in front of him as he walks around to clear his head and the crowd drown him in boo’s. Omar stalks JMC from inside the ring as the referee begins the ten count again and JMC walks to Cole to say something to him in private.
Scott: I’m sorry but I just don’t like this slime ball, look at him he can’t even face Omar Gibson head on.
Ted: Why should he? He wants to win the match Scott, and unlike Omar, Cassius isn’t an idiot who wants to just exchange punches until the bigger man brings him down.
Scott: But that’s what wrestling and the EWE is all about, facing your opponents and being better then them.
Ted: There are many ways to be better then someone, Cassius is smarter, and smart men know how to pick their spots.
JMC slides back into the ring after telling Omar Gibson to back up, which Omar finally does just to get the match going again. Once Cassius is to his feet OBG charges him with a clothesline but Cassius ducks. Omar rebounds off the ring ropes and Cassius quickly dashes to the other side to bounce off the ropes on the opposite side. Omar rushes Cassius with a second clothesline but Cassius ducks the second one as well and bounces off the same ropes Omar hit just. OBG turns around to face Cassius but James is too quick and hits OBG with a flying crossbody. Omar rolls out of the move before he can be pinned though but JMC is still first to his feet. Once OBG gets back up James jumps up into his shoulders and quickly flips him over and rolls him up in The Scottish Play. The referee counts!
One
Tw…Kickout!
Omar kicks out hard and sends Cassius flying up into the air. Cassius catches his balance and grabs the top rope landing on his feet but he doesn’t take advantage of the opportunity simply because Omar sits up and screams at Cassius, “Give me more! Give me more!” Cassius looks to Omar Gibson with wide eyes.
Scott: I think the great James Moriarty Cassius is afraid of our champion.
Ted: He’s not afraid, he just doesn’t understand why a man would want to put his body through hell willingly, and I don’t either.
Scott: Well I admit, Omar’s condition is a bit weird, but it took him to the championship once.
Ted: No, Cassius took him to the championship once. Cole took him to the championship once. Don’t forget the only reason Omar ‘Buster’ Gibson is champion in the first place is because JMC got tired of sitting idle, he wanted his piece of the pie, and here he is.
JMC leans back into the ropes and flies at Omar with a low dropkick. Omar takes the dropkick to the chest and uses the momentum provided to roll backwards and up to his feet in a reverse somersault. Cassius gets to his feet a moment later but this time he isn’t quick enough as Omar sends him back down hard to the mat with a big boot to the face. Omar quickly moves to the corner and mounts the second rope before launching himself off with a diving elbow drop. Omar stays on top for the pin.
One
Two
Kickout!
Cassius tries to roll away from Omar and signals to Cole with a quick nod. OBG doesn’t notice this as he brings Cassius back to his feet as Cassius struggles hard to get away from his grip. Omar tries to lock in a sleeper but Cassius is too hard to lock down. Omar gets frusterated trying to keep the sleeper locked in and simply lifts him up by the neck and then slams him down to the ground hard on his back. Cassius holds his neck and back in pain.
Scott: Bone-Fide is getting tired of playing with Cassius here and you can see the pure dominance of this man beginning to set in, all the brains in the world aren’t going to be able to stop the raw force and muscle that this man has.
Ted: You say that now, but you forget the great equalizer who now looks poised outside the ring.
Scott: Sophie Cassius?
Ted: Cole! How dare you insult that poor woman’s name.
Scott: I would never describe a Cassius as poor.
JMC holds his neck and tries to get to his feet as Omar runs to the ropes to perform a springboard dropkick, but as soon as he jumps for the middle rope Cole reaches up and pulls the ropes down and Omar slides right between the ropes and comes crashing down painfully outside of the ring, landing awkwardly on his left leg, his knee buckling as he goes down. Omar holds his leg in pain after the huge tumble as the crowd all gasp in shock. The referee, unable to disqualify JMC since Omar didn’t officially make contact, moves to the ropes livid. “You’re out of here!” the referee shouts to Cole as JMC puts on his best ‘What did he do?’ face. The referee doesn’t budge though and commands Cole leave ringside which he does when threatened with disqualifying Cassius.
Scott: This just isn’t right! Cole just bloody changed the whole fiber of this matchup and he got away with it damn it!
Ted: See, I told you Scott, there’s more ways to defeat somebody then being physically tougher than them.
Scott: What? Cheating?
Ted: It’s not cheating!
Scott: How do you figure?
Ted: Did Cole touch Omar?
Scott: He didn’t need to!
Ted: According to the referee he did, and according to the referee this match is still going, and look who’s in control now.
JMC is now outside the ring kicking Omar in the knee as the referee commands him to get Omar back in the ring or he’ll disqualify them both. JMC, knowing he can’t win the title by count out, throws Omar back under the bottom rope and then rolls in himself. JMC goes for the pin.
One
Two
Thre…Kickout!
Scott: Omar kicked out just in time, and this match continues!
JMC looks frustrated as the crowd pop loud at Omar’s kickout. JMC grabs Omar by the leg and drags him to the corner where he climbs up to the second rope and then jumps down from it, driving his own knees into the side of Omar’s knee. Omar yells out in pain, but like the other times it seems to only fire him up a moment later. Cassius can’t understand this and gets to the second rope again, this time dropping an elbow drop to the knee with the same result. JMC quickly drags Omar Gibson to the center of the ring and attempts to set up the Cassius Sharpshooter but Omar Gibson actually manages to push JMC off with his wounded leg. JMC turns around in shock as Omar slides himself to the ropes and uses them to stand. Omar gets to his feet and then shakes his leg for a moment before standing strongly on it. JMC looks to be in a state of shock.
Ted: JMC can not believe that this man is still standing after all the abuse put on his leg, and frankly neither can I.
Scott: Cassius just interprets Gibson as a man with a weakness, but in truth he’s a man with the heart of a champion.
Ted: Heart of a champion but brain of an ox.
Scott: You don’t need to be a scholar to pin a man in the ring, that’s something that Cassius for all his brains and smarts just doesn’t seem to understand.
Omar Gibson yells to Cassius that he wants more pain but Cassius doesn’t respond how he did before, James is much more upset now. He walks up to Omar and instead of punching him he gives him a royal slap across the face.
Scott: Oooooh… Big Mistake!
Omar’s face turns to the side in the slap and a sick smile spreads across his face. Omar turns and throws a left hook at Cassius, one that Cassius ducks, but then he nails the prince of cats in the chin with a European Uppercut. The crowd pop as the uppercut connects, and then pop even louder when Cassius is brought down with a clothesline. Omar yells for Cassius to rise and he does just that. Omar quickly locks James’ arms behind his back, with JMC unable to power out of the move, and drops him in a lethal double arm DDT. Cassius hits the mat head first and slumps down onto his chest. Omar rolls him onto his back but does not go for the pin but instead points to the turnbuckle drawing huge cheers from the crowd. Omar gets to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the middle rope, and then all the way to the top rope.
Ted: What is he doing!?
Scott: He’s giving the fans a show!
Suddenly Omar backflips but his body shoots forward, like a shooting star he flips in the air as his body flips around in The Black-Star Press, but Cassius rolls out of the way! Omar sees Cassius moving and doesn’t complete his flip as he lands awkwardly on the side of his face drawing a loud gasp from the crowd.
Scott: Oh my God he Lesnar’d it!
Ted: Shit, someone call a medic! Pin him James!
JMC saw what happened and quickly rolls Omar onto his back. He goes for the cover as the crowd look on in horror.
One
Two
Three…
Kickout at the last moment!!!!
Scott: HE KICKED OUT! Omar Gibson kicked out! I don’t believe this, he could have a broken neck!
Ted: He COULD have a broken neck, that’s the point, why didn’t he just stay down?
Scott: Because pain motivates him, he told JMC he wouldn’t allow himself to be pinned and he wouldn’t tap out.
Ted: That’s flippin insane. You know that right?
Scott: I know it’s insane but it’s also what makes him the champion.
JMC looks completely shocked and shakes his head as Omar Gibson struggles to get to his feet, his body seeming to recover with every second that he moves. Omar smiles to JMC, appearing to enjoy what just happened.
Scott: I think JMC is wondering what he has to do to bring this man down, or rather, is now starting to wonder if indeed he can. I can’t believe Omar is smiling!
Ted: I think all that pain made him jizz his tights.
JMC shakes his head as Omar finally gets to his feet and rushes him grabbing him in a side headlock that quickly turns to a tornado DDT.
Ted: Pound of Flesh! Omar is down!
Omar Gibson lies in the center of the ring for a long moment as JMC gets to his feet and slowly walks around the side of him to his legs. Omar sits up! JMC looks to Omar shocked and shakes his head from side to side. JMC runs into the ropes and again goes for the low dropkick but Omar leans back and James just lands awkwardly on top of him. Omar throws James off of him like a piece of trash and while holding his neck he gets back to his feet. JMC is up to his feet again rather quickly as well but not quick enough as Omar kicks him hard in the abdomen and sets him up for The O.C. Yo.
Scott: JMC is prone, OBG has him set up to win this match and defend his title.
Ted: Damn it James get away from him. He’s a bloody maniac!
OBG lifts James up onto his shoulders but JMC wraps his legs tightly around OBG’s weakened neck! JMC drops down into a hurricanrana but he doesn’t leg go of the neck as he lands, holding OBG’s leg for a moment as the referee counts.
One
T…
The count is broken as JMC stands and hyperextends the leg he was holding to pin Omar. JMC kicks the knee of the left leg he’d worked on all match hard and then grabs the other leg and stands over OBG. JMC puts his leg in between them and then flips OBG over in the center of the ring locking him in the Cassius Sharpshooter!
Ted: JMC has locked in the Cassius Sharpshooter!
Scott: Omar’s knee is weakened, even to a masochist there’s only so much the human body can take.
JMC holds the sharpshooter in tight as Omar yells out in pain. Like the other times the yell quickly turns to motivation as Omar tries to power himself to the ropes, the fire in his eyes burning brightly. JMC feels Omar struggling and he locks the sharpshooter in tighter and does all he can to hold his position. JMC screams “TAP!” to Omar but Omar Gibson doesn’t make any signs that he plans on tapping out. Omar once again tries to pull himself and JMC to the ropes but JMC leans back and applies more pressure which pops Omar’s knee straight out of it’s joint. Omar screams out in pain but he doesn’t tap, he tries to use the pain as fuel.
Ted: Tap you bloody fool! He’s going to end up a cripple!
Scott: I have to side with you finally on this one Ted, if this man doesn’t tap out there could be some serious long term damage to that left leg.
Cassius continues to pull back as Omar looks to the ropes which are a full ring length away. Omar yells out as one more surge of energy hits his body and tries to free his leg but the knee is still out of the joint and the leg does not respond. Omar lowers his head to the mat and closes his eyes refusing to tap out.
Scott: Omar Gibson is not letting JMC win this match, I’ve never seen someone survive a sharpshooter for this length of time.
Omar’s head stops moving as do his arms as The Cassius Sharpshooter remains locked in for a shocking 100 seconds. The referee asks Omar if he’d like to tap but Omar stops responding. He lifts the arm once and it falls. He lifts the arm twice, and twice it falls. The crowd all clutch their hands together tight as the referee lifts Omar’s arm up a third time.
And it falls.
JMC lets go of the sharpshooter and commands the referee fetch his championship belt.
Chet: The winner of this match as a result of a knock out, and your NEW EWE Heavyweight Champion, the prince of cats, the royal one, James Moriarty Cassius!
Scott: I can’t believe I’m saying this, but JMC has knocked Omar Gibson out.
Ted: See even if you enjoy pain Cassius was absolutely right. Pain is important to feel because it lets the body know when to stop, Omar Gibson didn’t know when to stop and now he’s lying in the ring with a possible broken neck, surely some long term knee damage, and without the title to show for it. James Moriarty Cassius once again has rose to the top of a company and became it’s champion and proved to the world that the strongest man isn’t always the better man, because he can now officially call himself the best.
Suddenly O'Donnell comes out from the back once again.
O'Donnell: Congratulations Cassius on your title victory, put you will be defending that title once again in four weeks at Damnation, so don't feel too secure as the best. As for Omar, when ever he wakes up. You do have a rematch stipulation, but since ruined my PPV last month, you'll have to earn it. So at Damnation you will face T-Dog in a number 1 contenders match for the EWE Championship. But the loser will be fired.
Scott: Damnation is shaping up to be the biggest Card ever, I can't wait.
Ted: I just hope Omar wakes up by then.
END SHOW.
O'Donnell: Let's cut the bull right now, this week I end any chance The Judge has for fighting for the World Title. So this week, the battle royal will now be a Handicap match. Furthermore, I have a extra special surprise for him this week.
Since we've got that out of the way, I am proud to announce next week Kayne Risen and Jesse Long will take on Jeremiah Ranks and Michael Hayden for a tag team title shot at Damnation. I will also announce to other matches for Damnation after tonight's Main Event for the World Title. Enjoy the show.
EWE 9
The Evolution Tour
Leeds
February 16th, 2010
We switch to backstage where The One and 2 are sitting in the locker room.
2: I hope we are on the same page this week buddy, I didn't like the guy I saw last week. You ready for Mike Adams?
The One: I don't care about Adams. I have one mission.
2: Are you alright man?
The One walks out of the room.
The One: I will be.
We switch to the ring.
Ted: Its time for the Ironman Championship here Scott. We have the current champion Jokester going up against a rising star here in the EWE Blade Lavigne. It should be a good match.
Scott: Haven't you been paying attention to the Newswire as of late Ted? Blade Lavigne has been suspended.
Ted: Wha Wha What?
Scott: I don't think I stuttered Ted. Blade Lavigne has been suspended from the EWE. Thus this match won't happen.
Ted: Then what are we doing here Scott? We were told this match would go on as scheduled tonight.
Scott: Well that is not what I have heard Ted, but we will have to see.
Ironman Championship
The Jokester vs. Blade LaVigne
Blade Lavigne - 21/200 Crowd Support
"Bleed for Me" by Saliva hits the pa system. The crowd waits as Blade doesn't come through the entrance curtain. The fans begin to stir then boo as Blade still doesn't make his way out the back.
Scott: Well Ted. I told you so.
Jokester - 11/200 Crowd Support
"I am Walrus" by the Beatles comes across the pa system as Jokester comes out wearing his EWE Ironman Championship across his waist. He makes his way down to the ring with a serious look on his face as if he is about to wrestle. He then enters the ring to a few clucks and chuckles from the crowd.
Jokester hands the referee his EWE Ironman Championship as he begins to warm up for his "match". Jokester begins to bounce about the ring as the announcer and the time keeper have a mini conference. Then Jokester is announced as the winner and handed his championship back. Thats when Jokester goes into high mode dropping to his knees ala Shawn Michaels. He then holds the championship to his chest as if it has been a lifelong dream to be the EWE Ironman Champion. A tear rolls down his cheek as he thrusts the championship into the air. He then gets to his feet and goes to the corner and gets up onto the ropes and shows the crowd his championship as they cluck and chuckle along.
WINNER: Jokester by Humiliation
Ted: I think that this celebration is a little to dramatic Scott. What is Jokester thinking here tonight?
Scott: What is Jokester thinking? Ted he is the longest reigning EWE Ironman Champion and that in itself is worth a celebration of Jokester's magnitude. He is simply brilliant Ted. BRILLIANT.
Ted: Cluck you Scott. This is like slapping Blade across the face with a wet rubber chicken. Its nothing more than humiliation at its best.
Scott: You would know about the wet rubber chicken you sick freak. This is NOT humiliation, well anymore than what Blade is use to.
Jokester asks for a microphone and he is given one. He then leans into the ropes looking right into the camera with a smile on his face. He wipes the single tear off his cheek as he backs away from the ropes.
Well Well Well look who is still the Champ. If you are blind or a little dumb you would know I am talking about myself. The longest reigning EWE Ironman Champion in history. I knew something along these lines would happen so I had a little video package prepared for your enjoyment.
The video package begins to play and it showcases Jokester's matches in the EWE and then him winning the Ironman Championship. The video then progresses into his wins with the championship and then a picture of Blade is shown on the screen. It morphs into a picture of a chicken, not El Pollo but a chicken. Then you can hear clucking before the video package ends with the words Blade is a Chicken. Jokester cracks another smile as he looks around at the crowd and shrugs his shoulders like he didn't know that was on there.
Ted: That was uncalled for! What is Jokester thinking?
Scott: He is living up to his name Ted. You always take everything so seriously. He is taunting a man who he deems to be a chicken, nothing wrong with that.
Ted: Blade cannot fight back Scott, this is cowardly.
Scott: Like a chicken.... cluck.. cluck.. cluck..
Don't hate me because I am being honest here. Blade did something to get out of this match and got himself suspended. We all knew he was a little off but now we know he is just a chicken. But don't worry Blade when you come back, and you will, I'll let you have a go at this championship again. That's if your ... [snickers] ... man enough.
Jokester looks out onto the crowd once more as he makes a flapping and then clucking sound as if he was a chicken. He then drops the microphone and exits the ring as his music hits.
As Jokester exits the ring, Jeffrey O'Donnell appears from backstage with a mic.
O'Donnell: Cut that damn music. He hasn't earned it yet! In fact, it's about time he did something to earn his wage around here. Since you have lucked into another week as IronMan champ without having to try to hard, I think that these fans should get some live Jokester action for their money so I'm putting you in the Gluttony match later this evening. That makes five.....six of you now. Does that feed your greed, Leeds?
The crowd signal some enthusiasm for the prospect and O'Donnell leaves with a smile. Jokester shrugs and slaps a few hands as he goes back up the ramp.
We cut to backstage where The Judge sits alone in his locker room, still mourning. When Cole walks in, he sits next to The Judge.
Cole: Ain't nothing right about death, but I got a job to do. So I'm going to sit here for a moment with you, because every man needs to understand his pain. Then, I'm going to do what I've been paid to, because every man gots to survive.
Cole nods his head, and the screen fades to black.
Commercial Break.
We come back to see T-Dog walking through the hallways, Billy Flamer stops hims.
Flamer: T-Dog, where have you been? Where are you going?
T-Dog: Where's O'Donnell?
Flamer points towards his office and T-Dog continues walking
The One vs. Mike Adams
Scott: So I guess what we have next, is an old-fashioned grudge match?
Ted: That’s the way I see it. The One and Mike Adams have a lot of history together, and now that they’re both active superstars again, it would be a waste not to throw them together.
Scott: Let’s just hope both of these men still have plenty in the tank to put on a great match!
Mike Adams – 3/200 Crowd Support
Chet: The following contest is schedule for one fall! Entering first, Mike Adams!
Adams appears from behind the curtain and raises an arm to a dull crowd. He shrugs this off and makes his way down to the ring, an arrogant smirk on his face. He slides inside and stands up on the turnbuckle with his arm raised.
The One – 20/200 Crowd Support
Chet: And his opponent, weighing in at 245 lbs, The One!
The One shows up and gets a much louder ovation than that of his opposition. He raises his head to the sky, then begins his walk down the ramp, focusing his gaze on Adams. He enters the ring and does the God Like Pose on the turnbuckle, then hops down and readies himself.
Ding
The One begins the match by lunging at his opponent, signaling the beginning of the match along with the ring bell. Adams ducks a clothesline attempt, but a returning One connects with his second try after bouncing off the ropes. Adams returns to his feet swiftly and charges at The One, dropping him with a kick to the knee, then a slap to the back of his head. One angrily returns to his feet and chops Adams across the chest, leading an irate Adams to return the favor. The two exchange chops in the center of the ring before Adams takes command and grabs One by the head, whipping him into the turnbuckle.
Scott: Looks like a lot of raw emotion in this one so far, neither man trying anything too big yet.
Adams moves in close to the prone One on the turnbuckle, and grabs his head. He kicks One once in the gut, raises an arm to the crowd, then kicks him again. The One doubles over in pain but headbutts Adams in the chest when he attempts a third kick. Adams turns his back on One in pain and pays for this when The One hits an inverted DDT. He covers Adams and gets a two count barely. Adams returns to his feet quickly and powers out of One’s attempt to DDT him. He pushes The One back and delivers another swift kick to the gut. Adams then bounces off the ropes swiftly brings his elbow to The One’s head. The One crumples to the mat in pain but rolls away when Adams tries to cover him. Adams retaliates by bouncing off the ropes and dropping his legs on The One’s skull. The ensuing cover yields only two.
Ted: Both men are playing this one close to the vest, a lot of chances not being taken here.
After kicking out of the pin, The One clambers back to his feet and Adams does the same. The One goes after Adams again, but Adams ducks the clothesline and this time hits the returning One with an elbow to the face. Adams follows up with a vertical suplex, followed by an elbow drop on the downed One. This yield a two count but Adams quickly continues his assault, bringing The One back to his feet. One punches Adams in the gut but this does nothing to dissuade Adams, who connects with a powerful DDT, and again gets only two. Adams jumps to his feet quickly and signals for One to do the same. The One stumbles back up and meets Adams head on. The two lock up and Adams tries for another DDT by hooking One’s head. One twists out of it and catches a surprised Adams off guard. The One takes advantage and lifts Adams up for the God Like Drop, but Adams squirms off One’s shoulder and down his back. Adams wisely reaches down and rolls One up into a pin attempt, stealing a win after a three count!
Winner by pinfall at 5 minutes, Mike Adams!
Chet: Your winner by pinfall, Mike Adams!
Scott: Seems like Adams had something up his sleeve for everything The One did, and it proved to be enough tonight.
Ted: The One can’t be happy about this, but it’s his own fault, seems like he underestimated Mike Adams tonight!
We cut back to Judges Lockerroom with The Judge laid out on the floor, and Cole exiting.
Cole: If it means anything to you, I think you got something special about you. No matter what happens tonight, remember every man got's the right to somethings in life, and just because you hit a setback, it ain't going to make you any different. You got the right, use it.
Cole walks out and Judge collects himself, and the screen fades to black.
Made in America w/ Jesse Long
Scott: Welcome back folks. By the looks of things in the ring, the show is about to get rather controversial.
"We're From America" by Marilyn Manson blares across the PA and a series of red, white, and blue pryos shoot off from the four ring posts. Once the smoke clears, the American flag can be seen hanging over the ring. Beneath Old Glory is "The American Icon" Jesse Long standing at a very presidential looking podium, wearing a suit jacket over his everyday apparel.
Jesse: Good evening foreigners, and welcome to the inaugural edition of the only show in Europe that isn't entirely forgettable, Made In America, starring me, "The American Icon" Jesse Long.
The crowd, unsurprisingly, boos fiercely with disapproval.
Jesse: Well who the fuck cares what you think? Last time I checked, England has like, zero medals in the Olympics. Way to achieve, losers.
Crowd: GO HOME YANK! GO HOME YANK! GO HOME YANK! GO HOME YANK!
Jesse: Oh whatever, I'm not wasting my airtime on you jagged-yellow-toothed mouthbreathers. Now, before I move on to matters at hand, first I have a brief message for our current Iron Man Champion.
Jesse leans forward on his podium and looks directly into the camera.
Jesse: Jokester, this isn't over. Last week, you embarrassed my country, and more importantly, you embarrassed me. You have got a hell of a lot to pay for your past transgressions. Sooner or later, I will make you feel all the pain and suffering you have put me and my family through, and in the end, the only one laughing will be me. This isn't over by a goddamn long shot.
Jesse composes himself and returns to a normal standing position.
Jesse: Now, some of you people may be thinking that I am going to be all emo-y and crying like a like some little bitch that got Twilight spoiled for them because I lost my Iron Man title shot last week. Those people dead wrong. I'm glad I didn't that win that worthless heap of metal and pleather. That hunk of crap has been passed around more times than a Page 3 girl at a soccer convention. Who wants to hold a European championship anyway? That's like saying you beat Blade LaVigne in a match. Yeah you've got a win, but it's still over a plagiarizing waterhead. If I'm gonna be the champion of anything, it sure as hell isn't going to EWE, let alone this cesspool of a nation. If I'm gonna defend a title, it'll be when I want, and against who I want. I am the champion of change. I am the champion of freedom. I am the champion…of America.
The lights go out and the crowd attempts to illuminate the arena with flashbulbs.
Ted: What in the bloody hell is going on? I can't see a damn thing!
Scott: I get the feeling that Jesse is behind this.
The lights come back on and Jesse is standing in the middle of the ring holding the former PCW and WPW Hardcore Championship belt, with the words "United States" duct taped over the word "Hardcore".
Jesse: Allow me to introduce all of you inbred prudes to the only championship being defended on this side of the Atlantic that matters, the United States Championship of America! That's right, I said America, not EWE, AMERICA!
Ted: I can't believe that tosser thinks he can just waltz in to EWE, start waving around some beat up old relic of a belt, and call it a real championship.
Jesse: But don't expect me to just pull some title out of my ass and proclaim it to be the greatest thing since freedom fries. That'd make me a paper champion, and great Americans like myself just don't roll like that. I need to defend this baby in a match. Someone distinguished, someone legendary, someone worthy of getting beaten by me. And with that, let's bring out my opponent and special guest tonight, some consider him to be the father of British wrestling, weighing in tonight at 11 stone, whatever the hell that means, hailing from Blackpool, Lancashire, England, The Man of a Thousand Holds, Johnny Saint!
A lone spotlight shines on the entrance ramp and the elderly Johnny Saint steps through the current with no music playing. He waves to the fans he respond with immense cheers and adulation.
Scott: That's Johnny Saint! He's 67 years old, there's no way he can handle being in the ring with Long! He'll be killed!
Ted: Don't count Saint out just yet Scott. He's one tough old bastard.
Saint gingerly makes his way to the ring, walks up the steps, and then climbs into the ring. The old man seems to be unfazed by the challenge at hand.
Jesse: Took you long enough! Jesus, my unborn daughter could've earned herself a PHD in the time it took you get down here. Now, let's get ourselves a ref out here so we can make this here match official. But not just any old zebra no, you guessed it, an AMERICAN referee! So let's all give a big round of applause for the Senior American Official, legendary referee Nick Patrick!
"America The Beautiful" plays and out walks Nick Patrick in a red, white, and blue striped referee shirt. The fans shower Patrick with boos as this clearly doesn't bode well for Saint.
Scott: Someone's gotta shut this down! Nick Patrick is a nothing but a whore and a cheat. He's clearly in Jesse's back pocket!
Nick Patrick, already in the ring, takes the United States Championship of America from Jesse and holds it up to the crowd, who predictably disapprove. Patrick hands the belt to the timekeeper, and then instructs him to ring the bell.
*DING DING*
Immediately, Johnny Saint charges at The American Icon, but gets stopped in his tracks by Patrick, who checks him for any foreign objects, much to the dismay of the crowd.
Crowd: THIS IS BULLSHIT! *clap clap clapclapclap* THIS IS BULLSHIT! *clap clap clapclapclap* THIS IS BULLSHIT! *clap clap clapclapclap*
Ted: I completely agree, this is nothing but typical American, ego-driven bullshit.
While the referee is checking Johnny, Jesse rushes the elder Saint. However, Saint leapfrogs Long and smacks Jesse across the back of the head. The crowd laughs at Long, which does nothing but anger The American Icon, who violently removes his jacket. As it appears the Jesse is going to put his jacket down, he throws it Saints face, temporarily blinding him. Long seizes the opportunity and runs at Saint, hitting him with the Air Force Long. Saint collapses to the ground and Jesse pounces, applying the Freedom Isn't Free triangle chokehold on the already unconscious European legend. Jesse locks in the submission move, squeezing the life out of Saint. Nick Patrick raises Saint's arm, releases, and it falls to the mat. He raises his arm again, and again it falls the mat. Nick raises Saint's arm for a third and final time, and it obviously falls to the mat once more. He calls for the bell, however Jesse refuses to break the hold. Nick Patrick shrugs and does nothing to attempt to get Jesse off of the comatose old man. EWE Security bolts to the ring, and with all their might, finally get Jesse to the release Saint from his clutches. Nick Patrick hands the US Title belt to Long, which sends him into a celebration akin to winning the WWE Championship in the main event of WrestleMania. He leans out of the ring and shouts something at Chet Peterson. Initially Chet refuses, but after Jesse grabs him by the collar and threatens him, he reluctantly complies.
Chet: Here is your winner and the FIRST United States Champion of America..."The American Icon" Jesse Long!
"Amerika" by Rammstein blares as red, white, and blue confetti begins to fall from the ceiling and Jesse basks in his sham of a victory.
Scott: Folks at home, on behalf of EWE, I apologize for this past segment. Jesse Long does not represent this company as a whole, and I hope the actions of this one ego maniac don't sour your opinions towards the rest of Awakening. We'll take a quick commercial break, and hopefully this mess will be cleared up by then.
Ted: That was absolutely disgusting.
Jesse soaks up the contempt shown towards him by the crowd, who have now begun to throw trash into the ring. The EMT's rush out to assist Saint with, moving him onto a gurney and providing him with some much needed oxygen. The American Icon, ignoring the situation behind him, climbs the turnbuckle and holds the United States Championship of America high into the air. One lucky fan manages to peg Jesse in the face with a cup of beer as the show fades to commercial.
Commercial Break.
Seven Deadly Sins III - Gluttony
The Judge vs. The Entire Roster
The Judge - 27/200
Mike Adams- 3/200
The One - 25/200
The Jokester - 11/200
Scott: Next up, it’s a feast for the wrestling anorexics out there. We stuff you full of suplexes, powerbombs, submission moves and high flying moves until you literally burst from all the excitement. Ladies and gentlemen, this week, The Judge faces his gluttony!
Ted: It’s more like he faces a glut of top quality wrestlers, and with the addition of Jokester to this match, it’s a glut of gut in Gluttony!
Scott: That’s a bit unkind to EWE’s current IronMan Champion. That’s not a gut he’s got there. It’s just some post-Christmas bloating.
Ted: Post-Christmas 1995, by the look of it.
Scott: Here’s Chet to announce what’s to happen.
Chet: This match is the third in the Seven Deadly Sins Sequence in which Judge has two wins to his name. It is a handicap match where Judge will be up against the men who have taken up Jeffrey O’Donnell’s challenge.
Scott: And let’s not forget that O’Donnell has offered a massive bounty of Euros to the challengers if they can take Judge out of this match.
Chet: Here are the challengers, Mike Adams, The One and Jokester!
The One leads out his team mates and nods in approval at the increased crowd support after his match earlier this evening. Adams trails, looking a bit bruised, but still full of energy and Jokester follows, singing his entrance music since EWE’s clearance department still haven’t negotiated the performing rights.
They enter the ring and test the ‘give’ in the ropes by bouncing back and forth a few times, narrowly avoiding a collision on two occasions.
Chet: And the man they have to beat, from Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 219 lbs, he is The Judge!
Ted: Isn’t it time that Chet started announcing these men in stones and pounds, or even kilograms?
Scott: Chet struggles to remember his own name, never mind our superior European systems, Ted. It’s our little concession to the US market.
Judge hobbles to the ring, but gets a pretty good crowd response as they realise that he is to be Jeffrey O’Donnell’s sacrificial lamb in this contest. He gets in the ring, glares at Jokester as he gets too close, then closes his eyes and bows his head for a moment of silent prayer.
Scott: Judge has been talking about the loss of his best friend this week. I’m not sure that he’s in the right frame of mind for this match. Gluttony is the last thing on his mind.
Ted: Why, what did he do? Eat him?
Scott: Ooh! That’s crass, even for you, Ted.
Ted: Just trying to cheer him up a little, Scott. Even then, his little visit with Cole earlier can't be helping this almost impossible battle.
The One breaks Judge’s contemplation with a club to the back of the neck and the fire rises in Judge’s eyes. He throws off his jacket and turns to face his opponent.
Ding Ding
The One gets in a kick to the midsection and then floors The Judge with a Twisting Neckbreaker. He covers and invites referee Todd Franklin to count but Judge’s shoulder is up before the mat can be struck even once. The One lifts Judge and straight away DDTs him to the mat, following up with a God….Like….Elbow Drop.
Ted: Divine execution of that move.
Scott: Weak pun.
Ted: Hey, Jokester’s in the ring - I figured I could get away with that sorta thing.
The One flicks some less-than-God-Like sweat onto Judge’s fallen body and goes to tag in Mike Adams but, looking straight into his eyes, pulls away his hand and tags Jokester instead. Jokester gets through the ropes and lifts Judge for a Triangle Choke but Judge grabs his wrist before he can lock it in and slowly turs the hold round so that Judge has Jokester in the choke move. Jokester struggles for a few seconds then manages to use his weight to push Judge back into the turnbuckle where the impact forces him to release the move. Jokester whips him into the opposite turnbuckle then follows up with a forearm. He grabs Judge’s arm and repeats the whip into the opposite corner, then follows on with another attempted forearm. Judge sees this one coming though and gets an elbow up so that Jokester’s nose is caught and he stops short. Jokester grabs his nose and Judge takes advantage with a Vertical Suplex.
Ted: Wow! I don’t know how many kilograms Jokester is hiding in that leotard, but Judge has hoisted every one of them four feet off the floor before depositing them back on Earth.
Judge covers and Todd Franklin counts……
1.……………..2.…………but the pin is interrupted by a kick to Judge’s back from Mike Adams. Franklin tells Adams to return to the corner but that allows Jokester a chance at two fingers up Judge’s nose and a punch to the midsection. He gets up and switches to a Fisherman’s Suplex, then goes to tag in Mike Adams.
Franklin acknowledges the legality of the tag and lets Mike Adams re-enter the ring to aim two kicks to Judge as he lies on the mat. He grabs the tope rope for leverage and gets in a few more kicks before Franklin warns him off.
Scott: Franklin was a bit slow there but he is one of EWE’s newest employees and he’ll know how Jeffrey O’Donnell wants this one to end.
Ted: In tears?
Scott: Well…..yes, I suppose.
Having disabled Judge, Adams lifts him and pulls him into a short-arm lariat. Judge crashes down. Adams goes to the top rope for a moonsault and lands it with a crash. He grabs Judge’s leg and yells at Franklin to get on with it.
Franklin counts……
1.…………………………..2.…………………….Thr…….No! Judge gets a shoulder up.
Scott: Judge is summoning up some amazing resilience from who knows where.
Ted: He got it cheap on eBay.
Adams looks furiously at Franklin but takes his eye off Judge who grabs Adams by the testicles and squeezes hard.
Todd Franklin either ignores the illegality of the move or genuinely does not realise why Adams’ face is turning purple. Judge releases the hold and lifts Adams into a Fireman’s Carry. He runs at the turnbuckle and slams him hard then lifts him back up and repeats the feat in the opposite corner.
Scott: Let’s remember that Adams and Judge have already had one gruelling match tonight so they won’t be at their finest right now.
Judge lifts Adams again and slams him to the mat before his knees buckle and he covers.
1.…………….2.………….again the count is interrupted, this time by The One’s club to the back of Judge’s neck. Again, Todd Franklin pushes The One back to his corner but this just allows Adams recovery time and he is able to restore the balance with a thumb to the eye and he gets to his feet, bringing Judge’s arm with him in a wrist lock. He climbs the turnbuckle and starts to walk the top rope.
Scott: Hah! This is Adams’ homage to ‘Old School’
But Adams lose his balance and crashes to the ring surround. The knowledgeable crowd spot the minor error and cruelly respond with a chant of ‘You fucked up! You fucked up!’
Ted: Well, Adams just failed his final exam but that’s not very sporting of the crowd to point that out.
The One goes to where Adams lies on the surround and yells at him while Todd Franklin starts a count out. He gets to five before there is an interruption.
Jeffrey O’Donnell appears at the top of the ramp.
Jeffrey O’Donnell: Just wait a damn minute. I forgot to tell you that I extended the deadline for entry to this match and it seems like we had a few last minute sign ups. Go get him!
2 - 40/200
Kayne Risen - 13/200
Jesse Long - 7/200
Cole- 0/200
Kayne Risen, 2, Jesse Long and Cole rush out and pick Adams up before rolling him in the ring. Long continues rolling him before Judge can attack and reaches the corner where 2, Kayne Risen and JMC all tag Adams at the same time.The three men get in the ring and Franklin starts to object but realises that he would be wasting his time so allows the match to continue. They charge judge but he floors each of them in turn with a Clothesline then, when 2 gets back up, Back Body Drops him to the outside. Cole and Kayne come at him but get the same treatment leaving Judge in the ring alone.
Jeffrey O’Donnell: Oh, for the love of…………..Wait! There’s one man missing! You may have seen something by a man with the name of ‘Pride’ this week. Well, I’m damn proud to have acquired his services, so let me introduce…………..not Pride - I think that was his little joke - you may know him better as…………….
SiNN!!!!!!!
SiNN charges out, exchanging a high five with O’Donnell on the way past and runs to the ring, slides under the bottom rope and stares out Judge. The other participants return to the ring and line up behind SiNN. There is a pause.
SiNN slowly smiles at the line while, behind him, Judge starts to back up from all the men and his arch enemy. 2, Kayne Risen, Cole, Jesse Long, Jokester, Mike Adams and The One all rush the Judge but get in each other’s way and are knocked back by simultaneous Drop Kicks from Judge and SiNN. Judge looks up in supprise as SiNN picks up Kayne Risen and punishes him with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Judge picks up Jokester and makes eyecontact with SiNN before he floors him with a Judgement DDT then hooks a leg for a cover. SiNN forearms anyone else that comes too close as Todd Franklin drops and counts.
1.…………………2.……………….3
NO!
Cole rushes back from behind SiNN and breaks up the count. Mike Adams enters the ring and hits SiNN in the back of the head, Jesse and Kayne push SiNN out of the ring, and The One slowly creeps in the ring. Judge turns around and is hit by a God Like Drop. The One goes for the pin.
1...............2....................3.
Ding Ding
Chet: The winner of Gluttony……..by pinfall, EWE.
Jeffrey O’Donnell: Wait! Wait! Wait! We aren't done here! Stay where you are, One, 2 and Cole. Ring that bell again because we’re going straight into the next Deadly Sin………and Judge, I bet you wish to revenge yourself on these men that wanted to hurt you…….I bet you LUST for revenge. Well, revenge can be yours. Three against one. Go!
Seven Deadly Sins IV - Lust
The Judge vs. One/2/Cole
Ding Ding
Mike Adams, Kayne Risen , Jesse Long and Jokester all escort SiNN from the ring, as he attempts to fight them all off, the bell goes and Judge, panting heavily picks himself up again but walks straight into a three man version of the 3D. He rolls over on impact and the team of 2, THe One and Cole all cover him.
Todd Franklin shrugs and counts.
1.………………2.……………..3
Ding Ding
Chet: Your winners of The Lust match, The EWE roster! This brings the score to 2 wins for Judge with 2 losses!
Scott: I’ve been too shocked to comment.
Ted: Me too. Actually, I’ve been too scared to comment. It looks as though Jeffrey O’Donnell wants Judge to lose this sequence of matches.
Scott: Oh, you think? Well, we’ll just have to wait and see....
We cut backstage once again to reveal SiNN standing in front of O'Donnell.
O'Donnell: What was that? We had a deal! Next week, you will face Judge in his fifth match entitled Pride. If you do not show Pride and fight to win that match, every member of your old SiNNdicate group, One, 2, Risen and Long will be fired on the spot. If you show some god damn heart out there, maybe you'll have a job here, but until then, consider yourself a hired hand.
Commercial Break.
EWE Title Match
Omar Gibson vs. JMC
“Don't Forget The Rules” by Charlie Clouser hits the PA system and the Arena turns dark with a purple tinge spreading over the arena. As the Violins hit, James Moriarty Cassius emerges, his arms held outstretched and his head turned to the side, looking over his captive crowd. JMC smiles wide as he hears the boo’s for him steadily increasing, and then increasing even more as Cole emerges from behind the curtain at his side.
Chet: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWE Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first the challenger, hailing from Bad Segeberg, Germany, weighing in a t 88 and a half kgs, James Moriarty Cassius!
JMC makes his way to the ring with Cole at his side but focusing on the boo’s around him and seeming to soak it all up.
Scott: Making his way to the ring is one of the most despicable human beings I’ve ever seen.
Ted: Why? Because he’s smarter then you and the rest of the roster?
Scott: Intelligence has nothing to do with it, Cassius is arrogant and full of himself, so full of himself he even issued a personal guarantee that he’d walk out champion tonight.
Ted: Well why shouldn’t he? Cassius is talking nothing but victory while our dear champion would rather focus on his sex life. Now I guess we know where Omar’s been.
As JMC gets to the ring the music slows considerably and he poses on the top turnbuckle, looking at his outstretched hand as the crowd who recognize him let him know they don’t like him at all. There is a ginger in the crowd holding a sign directed at Cole that reads, “Looking fat Sophie.” Cole appears unbothered, rock hard and cold like usual as he simply waits outside the ring.
”Suffer” by Staind hits the speakers and the crowd rises to it’s feet.
Chet: And his opponent… From The Bronx, New York. Weighing in at 100 kilo’s, he is the European Wrestling Evolution Champion. Omar ‘Bona-Fide’ Gibson!
Scott: The champ is here!
The EWE Champion slowly walks out with a Black Hannibal Lecter mask on his face. He’s being very cautious as he walks to the ring absorbing the cheers he’s receiving until he walks up to Cole. Omar removes the mask and looks into Cole’s eyes, who stares back with a cold calculated frown. Omar just laughs as Cole’s expression stays hard as a rock.
Ted: The EWE Champion doesn’t seem to worried about Cole out there.
Scott: Why should he worry when Cole can’t win a match to save his life?
Ted: Because he doesn’t need to win tonight, he just needs to make sure that Omar doesn’t win. Ask Frank The Ninja how that turns out, oh that’s right, he’s practicing the fine art of disappearing these days.
OBG slides into the ring and climbs onto the top turnbuckle without so much as looking Cassius’ way. He taunts like Suicide as he points at both of his temples. Cassius takes this as disrespect and charges Omar and nails him with a forearm to the small of his back as the ref signals for the bell.
Scott: Here we go, Cassius getting the early jump on Omar.
Ted: Turn your back on a Cassius, expect to pay for it.
Omar steps backward down from the turnbuckle and turns to face Cassius as if he was never struck at all. Omar points to his face and begins to smile wide, pointing to a spot on the underside of his chin. Cassius’ brows are furrowed down in a mix of confusion and disgust.
Scott: It looks like Omar is telling JMC that if he wants to hit him, to hit him in the face.
Ted: It looks like Omar is an idiot, what is he thinking giving someone like Cassius a free shot?
Scott: He said it himself Ted, he’s turned on by pain, it gives him a rush and makes him a more dangerous person.
Ted: Well he should save that bollocks for the bedroom, for fuck’s sake spend the cash bonus as champion to hire a mistress or something and focus on staying the champion!
JMC finally steps forward and nails Omar just in the place he asked to be hit but it only forces a smile to OBG’s face. Omar yells at JMC to hit him again and Cassius complies but only gets the same result. Omar yells “One More Time!” but Cassius doesn’t like to be ordered around and kicks Gibson hard in the shin instead. Gibson recoils down for a moment and Cassius quickly rises a knee up to Gibson’s face sending his body snapping back. As Omar tries to balance himself Cassius turns his body to deliver a sidekick to Gibson’s hip and OBG stays put to take the punishment. Cassius runs to the ropes to gain momentum and bounces off them charging at the champion but Omar seeming to play opossum in holding his side suddenly recovers with a hard left roundhouse kick to the face sending Cassius to the mat, holding his nose in pain.
Scott: JMC gave OBG exactly what he wanted there and Omar capitalized on it, seems the Prince of Cats isn’t the best listener Ted.
Ted: Who needs to listen when you’re so good at talking? On an unrelated note, with JMC and OBG around it got me thinking, if someone named Franky Alex Green joined EWE, would we refer to him as FAG?
Scott: What in god’s name does that have to do with the match?
Ted: Nothing, which is why I said unrelated note. Now who has trouble listening?
Omar pulls JMC back up to his feet and rises his knee to hit Cassius in the gut. Cassius slumps over Omar’s knee and OBG tosses him carelessly to the mat which James hits with a thud. Omar goes down for a leg lock but Cole quickly grabs Cassius by the arms and drags him out of the ring, much to the disapproval of the crowd. The referee looks livid and after yelling at Cole begins his ten count. Cassius looks up at Omar and shakes his head, pointing to his brain. “Chess, not checkers!” He yells toward the ring.
Scott: Good thing for royal one that his lackey Cole was there to save the day, eh Ted?
Ted: Every King needs his pawns Scott.
JMC moves to slide back in the ring and Omar charges him but then JMC slides back out, his smile turning to laughter as the boo’s grow louder. He points to his head one more time as the crowd give him several thumbs down. Cole fakes sliding into the ring next but does trick Omar long enough to allow Cassius to quickly slide in behind him and charge the back of his knees clipping them with his forearm sending the larger man down. JMC quickly stands and kicks the left knee, which he has clearly made his target now, and then drops to the mat to lock in a leg scissors. Omar leans his head back for a moment as the pain rushes through his body but then he uses his hands to push his upper body up forcing himself to sit. Omar looks into Cassius’ eyes and a wide smile comes across his face, mirrored only by a look of shock and disgust from Cassius.
Scott: OBG loves this Ted, he told Cassius the pain only fires him up and he told him no matter what he did, that he would not be stopped.
Ted: Yes but there’s more then just pain at stake here Scott, this man might not tap out but that doesn’t make him invincible. Cassius said it best, pain is the body’s way of telling the mind when to stop and just because OBG may not feel it doesn’t mean the damage isn’t being done.
Scott: Try telling Cassius that right now.
Just as Scott spoke Omar leans forward and punches James right in the nose. James instantly lets go of the hold and moves across the ring to get away from OBG who just laughs and gets to his feet. Omar charges James and the champion quickly drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope again, waving his arms in front of him as he walks around to clear his head and the crowd drown him in boo’s. Omar stalks JMC from inside the ring as the referee begins the ten count again and JMC walks to Cole to say something to him in private.
Scott: I’m sorry but I just don’t like this slime ball, look at him he can’t even face Omar Gibson head on.
Ted: Why should he? He wants to win the match Scott, and unlike Omar, Cassius isn’t an idiot who wants to just exchange punches until the bigger man brings him down.
Scott: But that’s what wrestling and the EWE is all about, facing your opponents and being better then them.
Ted: There are many ways to be better then someone, Cassius is smarter, and smart men know how to pick their spots.
JMC slides back into the ring after telling Omar Gibson to back up, which Omar finally does just to get the match going again. Once Cassius is to his feet OBG charges him with a clothesline but Cassius ducks. Omar rebounds off the ring ropes and Cassius quickly dashes to the other side to bounce off the ropes on the opposite side. Omar rushes Cassius with a second clothesline but Cassius ducks the second one as well and bounces off the same ropes Omar hit just. OBG turns around to face Cassius but James is too quick and hits OBG with a flying crossbody. Omar rolls out of the move before he can be pinned though but JMC is still first to his feet. Once OBG gets back up James jumps up into his shoulders and quickly flips him over and rolls him up in The Scottish Play. The referee counts!
One
Tw…Kickout!
Omar kicks out hard and sends Cassius flying up into the air. Cassius catches his balance and grabs the top rope landing on his feet but he doesn’t take advantage of the opportunity simply because Omar sits up and screams at Cassius, “Give me more! Give me more!” Cassius looks to Omar Gibson with wide eyes.
Scott: I think the great James Moriarty Cassius is afraid of our champion.
Ted: He’s not afraid, he just doesn’t understand why a man would want to put his body through hell willingly, and I don’t either.
Scott: Well I admit, Omar’s condition is a bit weird, but it took him to the championship once.
Ted: No, Cassius took him to the championship once. Cole took him to the championship once. Don’t forget the only reason Omar ‘Buster’ Gibson is champion in the first place is because JMC got tired of sitting idle, he wanted his piece of the pie, and here he is.
JMC leans back into the ropes and flies at Omar with a low dropkick. Omar takes the dropkick to the chest and uses the momentum provided to roll backwards and up to his feet in a reverse somersault. Cassius gets to his feet a moment later but this time he isn’t quick enough as Omar sends him back down hard to the mat with a big boot to the face. Omar quickly moves to the corner and mounts the second rope before launching himself off with a diving elbow drop. Omar stays on top for the pin.
One
Two
Kickout!
Cassius tries to roll away from Omar and signals to Cole with a quick nod. OBG doesn’t notice this as he brings Cassius back to his feet as Cassius struggles hard to get away from his grip. Omar tries to lock in a sleeper but Cassius is too hard to lock down. Omar gets frusterated trying to keep the sleeper locked in and simply lifts him up by the neck and then slams him down to the ground hard on his back. Cassius holds his neck and back in pain.
Scott: Bone-Fide is getting tired of playing with Cassius here and you can see the pure dominance of this man beginning to set in, all the brains in the world aren’t going to be able to stop the raw force and muscle that this man has.
Ted: You say that now, but you forget the great equalizer who now looks poised outside the ring.
Scott: Sophie Cassius?
Ted: Cole! How dare you insult that poor woman’s name.
Scott: I would never describe a Cassius as poor.
JMC holds his neck and tries to get to his feet as Omar runs to the ropes to perform a springboard dropkick, but as soon as he jumps for the middle rope Cole reaches up and pulls the ropes down and Omar slides right between the ropes and comes crashing down painfully outside of the ring, landing awkwardly on his left leg, his knee buckling as he goes down. Omar holds his leg in pain after the huge tumble as the crowd all gasp in shock. The referee, unable to disqualify JMC since Omar didn’t officially make contact, moves to the ropes livid. “You’re out of here!” the referee shouts to Cole as JMC puts on his best ‘What did he do?’ face. The referee doesn’t budge though and commands Cole leave ringside which he does when threatened with disqualifying Cassius.
Scott: This just isn’t right! Cole just bloody changed the whole fiber of this matchup and he got away with it damn it!
Ted: See, I told you Scott, there’s more ways to defeat somebody then being physically tougher than them.
Scott: What? Cheating?
Ted: It’s not cheating!
Scott: How do you figure?
Ted: Did Cole touch Omar?
Scott: He didn’t need to!
Ted: According to the referee he did, and according to the referee this match is still going, and look who’s in control now.
JMC is now outside the ring kicking Omar in the knee as the referee commands him to get Omar back in the ring or he’ll disqualify them both. JMC, knowing he can’t win the title by count out, throws Omar back under the bottom rope and then rolls in himself. JMC goes for the pin.
One
Two
Thre…Kickout!
Scott: Omar kicked out just in time, and this match continues!
JMC looks frustrated as the crowd pop loud at Omar’s kickout. JMC grabs Omar by the leg and drags him to the corner where he climbs up to the second rope and then jumps down from it, driving his own knees into the side of Omar’s knee. Omar yells out in pain, but like the other times it seems to only fire him up a moment later. Cassius can’t understand this and gets to the second rope again, this time dropping an elbow drop to the knee with the same result. JMC quickly drags Omar Gibson to the center of the ring and attempts to set up the Cassius Sharpshooter but Omar Gibson actually manages to push JMC off with his wounded leg. JMC turns around in shock as Omar slides himself to the ropes and uses them to stand. Omar gets to his feet and then shakes his leg for a moment before standing strongly on it. JMC looks to be in a state of shock.
Ted: JMC can not believe that this man is still standing after all the abuse put on his leg, and frankly neither can I.
Scott: Cassius just interprets Gibson as a man with a weakness, but in truth he’s a man with the heart of a champion.
Ted: Heart of a champion but brain of an ox.
Scott: You don’t need to be a scholar to pin a man in the ring, that’s something that Cassius for all his brains and smarts just doesn’t seem to understand.
Omar Gibson yells to Cassius that he wants more pain but Cassius doesn’t respond how he did before, James is much more upset now. He walks up to Omar and instead of punching him he gives him a royal slap across the face.
Scott: Oooooh… Big Mistake!
Omar’s face turns to the side in the slap and a sick smile spreads across his face. Omar turns and throws a left hook at Cassius, one that Cassius ducks, but then he nails the prince of cats in the chin with a European Uppercut. The crowd pop as the uppercut connects, and then pop even louder when Cassius is brought down with a clothesline. Omar yells for Cassius to rise and he does just that. Omar quickly locks James’ arms behind his back, with JMC unable to power out of the move, and drops him in a lethal double arm DDT. Cassius hits the mat head first and slumps down onto his chest. Omar rolls him onto his back but does not go for the pin but instead points to the turnbuckle drawing huge cheers from the crowd. Omar gets to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the middle rope, and then all the way to the top rope.
Ted: What is he doing!?
Scott: He’s giving the fans a show!
Suddenly Omar backflips but his body shoots forward, like a shooting star he flips in the air as his body flips around in The Black-Star Press, but Cassius rolls out of the way! Omar sees Cassius moving and doesn’t complete his flip as he lands awkwardly on the side of his face drawing a loud gasp from the crowd.
Scott: Oh my God he Lesnar’d it!
Ted: Shit, someone call a medic! Pin him James!
JMC saw what happened and quickly rolls Omar onto his back. He goes for the cover as the crowd look on in horror.
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Kickout at the last moment!!!!
Scott: HE KICKED OUT! Omar Gibson kicked out! I don’t believe this, he could have a broken neck!
Ted: He COULD have a broken neck, that’s the point, why didn’t he just stay down?
Scott: Because pain motivates him, he told JMC he wouldn’t allow himself to be pinned and he wouldn’t tap out.
Ted: That’s flippin insane. You know that right?
Scott: I know it’s insane but it’s also what makes him the champion.
JMC looks completely shocked and shakes his head as Omar Gibson struggles to get to his feet, his body seeming to recover with every second that he moves. Omar smiles to JMC, appearing to enjoy what just happened.
Scott: I think JMC is wondering what he has to do to bring this man down, or rather, is now starting to wonder if indeed he can. I can’t believe Omar is smiling!
Ted: I think all that pain made him jizz his tights.
JMC shakes his head as Omar finally gets to his feet and rushes him grabbing him in a side headlock that quickly turns to a tornado DDT.
Ted: Pound of Flesh! Omar is down!
Omar Gibson lies in the center of the ring for a long moment as JMC gets to his feet and slowly walks around the side of him to his legs. Omar sits up! JMC looks to Omar shocked and shakes his head from side to side. JMC runs into the ropes and again goes for the low dropkick but Omar leans back and James just lands awkwardly on top of him. Omar throws James off of him like a piece of trash and while holding his neck he gets back to his feet. JMC is up to his feet again rather quickly as well but not quick enough as Omar kicks him hard in the abdomen and sets him up for The O.C. Yo.
Scott: JMC is prone, OBG has him set up to win this match and defend his title.
Ted: Damn it James get away from him. He’s a bloody maniac!
OBG lifts James up onto his shoulders but JMC wraps his legs tightly around OBG’s weakened neck! JMC drops down into a hurricanrana but he doesn’t leg go of the neck as he lands, holding OBG’s leg for a moment as the referee counts.
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The count is broken as JMC stands and hyperextends the leg he was holding to pin Omar. JMC kicks the knee of the left leg he’d worked on all match hard and then grabs the other leg and stands over OBG. JMC puts his leg in between them and then flips OBG over in the center of the ring locking him in the Cassius Sharpshooter!
Ted: JMC has locked in the Cassius Sharpshooter!
Scott: Omar’s knee is weakened, even to a masochist there’s only so much the human body can take.
JMC holds the sharpshooter in tight as Omar yells out in pain. Like the other times the yell quickly turns to motivation as Omar tries to power himself to the ropes, the fire in his eyes burning brightly. JMC feels Omar struggling and he locks the sharpshooter in tighter and does all he can to hold his position. JMC screams “TAP!” to Omar but Omar Gibson doesn’t make any signs that he plans on tapping out. Omar once again tries to pull himself and JMC to the ropes but JMC leans back and applies more pressure which pops Omar’s knee straight out of it’s joint. Omar screams out in pain but he doesn’t tap, he tries to use the pain as fuel.
Ted: Tap you bloody fool! He’s going to end up a cripple!
Scott: I have to side with you finally on this one Ted, if this man doesn’t tap out there could be some serious long term damage to that left leg.
Cassius continues to pull back as Omar looks to the ropes which are a full ring length away. Omar yells out as one more surge of energy hits his body and tries to free his leg but the knee is still out of the joint and the leg does not respond. Omar lowers his head to the mat and closes his eyes refusing to tap out.
Scott: Omar Gibson is not letting JMC win this match, I’ve never seen someone survive a sharpshooter for this length of time.
Omar’s head stops moving as do his arms as The Cassius Sharpshooter remains locked in for a shocking 100 seconds. The referee asks Omar if he’d like to tap but Omar stops responding. He lifts the arm once and it falls. He lifts the arm twice, and twice it falls. The crowd all clutch their hands together tight as the referee lifts Omar’s arm up a third time.
And it falls.
JMC lets go of the sharpshooter and commands the referee fetch his championship belt.
Chet: The winner of this match as a result of a knock out, and your NEW EWE Heavyweight Champion, the prince of cats, the royal one, James Moriarty Cassius!
Scott: I can’t believe I’m saying this, but JMC has knocked Omar Gibson out.
Ted: See even if you enjoy pain Cassius was absolutely right. Pain is important to feel because it lets the body know when to stop, Omar Gibson didn’t know when to stop and now he’s lying in the ring with a possible broken neck, surely some long term knee damage, and without the title to show for it. James Moriarty Cassius once again has rose to the top of a company and became it’s champion and proved to the world that the strongest man isn’t always the better man, because he can now officially call himself the best.
Suddenly O'Donnell comes out from the back once again.
O'Donnell: Congratulations Cassius on your title victory, put you will be defending that title once again in four weeks at Damnation, so don't feel too secure as the best. As for Omar, when ever he wakes up. You do have a rematch stipulation, but since ruined my PPV last month, you'll have to earn it. So at Damnation you will face T-Dog in a number 1 contenders match for the EWE Championship. But the loser will be fired.
Scott: Damnation is shaping up to be the biggest Card ever, I can't wait.
Ted: I just hope Omar wakes up by then.
END SHOW.