Post by Scorpion on Oct 15, 2011 1:40:15 GMT -5
The opening pyro to start the show goes off. The camera pans around the arena, showing the thousands of screaming EHWF fans on their feet going crazy as the official theme song for Friday Night Mayhem "No Remorse" by Metallica is playing over the PA system.
The camera pans around the fans for a few more seconds before cutting down to ringside where the Friday Night Mayhem commentators are sitting, ready to call a night full of action.
Steve White: Welcome to EHWF Friday Night Mayhem!
Chuck Thompson: And boy, do we have a lineup for you tonight folks! Blood shall be shed!
Steve White: I hope so too, Chuck! And wasting no time, here comes our opening contest!
Worldwide Choppers begins to play throughout the arena. Ceza's short Turk verse runs through with the lights out. Suddenly, the lights return in a shade of purple as Tech yells in the song.
We started in the midwest,
Now we 'bout to take it,
All over the world, baby.
This is the pinnacle,
Yeah, Griffin!
Patricia Downs: And coming to us from Detroit, weighing in at 217 pounds and standing at 6-foot-1, LORENZO GRIFFIN!
However, Lorenzo Griffin cannot be seen. He’s not coming out from behind the curtain, he can't be found anywhere in the vicinity of the arena. The music continues, but still no Lorenzo Griffin. After few seconds, the music begins to die down.
Steve White: Where’s Lorenzo?!
Chuck Thompson: Pussied out.
Steve White: This is a family show, Chuck!
Chuck Thompson: No it’s not! This is a place where the brutal take on the extreme! Blood, gore, excitement - that’s what EHWF is all about! It doesn’t say “Don’t Try This At Home” under the logo on commercials for nothing, you know!
Steve White: It… doesn’t say that.
The music is finally dead. Silence fills the p.a. system.
Chuck Thompson: WELL IT SHOULD!
Patricia Downs: Lorenzo Griffin has refused to show tonight.
We sit in silence for a moment. "Scream, Aim, Fire" by Bullet for My Valentine starts blaring and the lights start going crazy flashing on and off. The fans are cheering loudly for the face wrestler JT Underwood.
Patricia Downs: Hailing from Orlando, Florida; weighing in at 225 pounds and standing tall at 6’1, JT UNDERWOOD!
The music continues. No sign of JT Underwood. The cameras pan around the arena expecting to see him jump out from somewhere in the rafters, but nothing happens. After a while the music dies down and Chuck Thompson begins to say something, but it cut off entirely by the opening drum track of “Honor Thy Father” by Dream Theater. The fans erupt in a mix of cheers and screams. EHWF Owner Justin Taker steps out from behind the curtains to his own music holding nothing but a microphone. He is wearing a black long sleeved shirt with black pants and black dress shoes. His long black hair is half behind him and in front of his shoulders with his black sunglasses looking out over the sea of EHWF fans who showed up in Miami tonight. Around his neck lay a gold chain, attached to it a rather large and noticeable gold cross. Typical Justin Taker attire. He takes one more step forward onto the ramp and begins to address the crowd.
Justin Taker: Hello everyone!
The fans erupt again.
Justin Taker: You guys have just witnessed a disgrace. Lorenzo Griffin and JT Underwood, two wrestlers who I have personally signed into this business, refused to show their faces tonight for the opening match of tonight’s Mayhem.
Half the fans boo Griffin and Underwood, the other half cheer Justin Taker.
Justin Taker: So, as the people who have brought this place to where it is today… What do you guys think we should do?
He lowers the microphone for a few seconds and phrases and chants can be heard around the sold out Sun Life Stadium. “Fire Them” is, however, most prominent.
Justin Taker: Fire them?
Chuck Thompson: Yes!
And the fans erupt once more, giving JT the okay to do so. He doesn’t need it, but the fans are the ultimate decision makers.
Justin Taker: I hereby, with all the power I hold in this business, fire Lorenzo Griffin and JT Underwood under the circumstances of a breach of contract; failing to appear when booked. Welcome to EHWF’s ‘Future Endeavors’ List, boys.
With that, JT lowers the microphone from his face and walks to the back as “Honor Thy Father” plays once more.
Steve White: He just fired the two wrestlers right here on the air!
The fans cheer as EHWF cuts to its first commercial break of the evening.
The scene comes back from a commercial break as the camera goes down to Patricia Downs, who is in the ring.
Patricia Downs: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a singles match, and is scheduled for one fall!
Mike Flynn enters as his entrance theme hits, nodding his head to the cheering crowd. He then makes his way down the ramp, hi-fiving the fans before dashing and then sliding into the ring from the mid-way point of the ramp. He then climbs a turnbuckle and points to the crowd before hoping down.
Chuck Thompson: Now this match I find as interesting as any for tonight.
Steve White: I don't know where I lean in this match.
Patricia Downs: Introducing first, he hails from Dallas, Texas. He comes in tonight weighing at 207 pounds. He is Mike Flynn!
The lights flicker and explodes in red as Mark Dread comes out on to the ramp. He takes his time as he adjusts his gloves. When he gets in the middle he lifts his hands and the ramp explodes in pyro making a gate of flame. Mark walks threw and the corners send pyro into the air as he gets in the ring. He does a cut throat motion and stares blankly at Mike Flynn who is across from him.
Steve White: Now this big motherfucker scares me.
Patricia Downs: Introducing his opponent, he hails from Parts Unknown, he comes in tonight weighing at 267 pounds. He is Mark Dread!
Chuck Thompson: I don't know what to say about Mark.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and Mike runs over at Mark who lands a big boot on him immediately. Mark gets on top of Mike with huge shots on to the top of Mikes head. Mark keeps punching him as the ref starts a count.
1!
2!
3!
Mark gets off and he raises his foot landing a hard stomp on Flynns face. Flynn growls in pain and as Mark lifts him up, Flynn starts punching Mark continuously across his head. Just fighting to survive. Mike throws him into the turnbuckle and gets in a huge forearm to Flynn's head! Flynn fades a little in the corner and Mark pulls him out hitting him with a big clothesline!
Chuck Thomson: Jesus Christ, such a dominating force!
Steve White: I don't know what to say.
Mike struggles to his feet and receives a hard uppercut sending him back a bit into the ropes. Mark starts landing more shots to the back of Mike who begins to fall down to the reign of blows. Mark runs into the ropes and Mike catches him with a dropkick to his right knee! Mike follows hitting a big DDT!
Chuck Thompson: Trying to mount some more offense is Mike.
Steve White: I don't know, he may have dazed Mark with that, but that looks like thats all it did.
Mike rams Marks head into the turnbuckle four times. Each time is harder then the last. Mike then continues to reign in shots to Marks head. Mike runs into the ropes after the ref pushes him off, but gets nailed by Mark with a big boot once again! Mark wraps his hand around Flynn's neck and lifts him up for a chokeslam! Connects! Mike's back arches and he tries to get away from the overpowering Mark Dread.
Steve White: Damn.
Chuck Thompson: Damn right.
Mark reigns down multiple punches on his opponent who is now a bloody mess. Apparently Mark had broken Mike's nose. Mark kept hitting him with shot after shot, but then the ref pushes Mark off as a warning. Mark spits on the mat and looks back at Mike who he slowly picks up.
Steve White: Can Flynn survive this?
Mark lifts up Flynn for the Gone and Buried! A poke in the eye stops Mark in his tracks and Flynn hits his finisher out of nowhere! Dead zone! Flynn pushes the dead weight of Mark Dread over and his arms hook Mark Dread's left leg!
1!
2!
3..
NO!
Mark's shoulder raises and Mike looks at the ref in complete bewilderment. He stands up and as he screams at the ref we can see Mark slowly getting to his feet. Mike goes for a second deadzone! Dread counters and hits his signature: 6 feet under!
Chuck Thompson: Alright, this guy is too much.
Steve White: I disagree, Mike can do this!
Mark lifts Flynn up and brings him down on the turnbuckle. He lands shot after shot on Flynn's torso and Flynn begins to sink in. Dread lifts himself up and begins hitting Flynn with constant shots to the head!
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
As Mark lifts his hand up to hit Flynn for the final time, the veteran pulls Mark's feet out and Mark falls off the top rope and out of the ring! We hear a thud as Mark's head hits the steel steps. Flynn slowly crawls to the ropes as Mark is laid out on the outside.
Chuck Thompson: OH SHIT! HE PULLED A FAST ONE!
Steve White: What did I tell ya?
The ref looks around and raises his hands as he begins his count:
1!
2!
3!
4!
Mark begins to sit up. His right hand going over his head as he turns his body to the left. At the count of five he begins to lift himself onto the apron.
Chuck Thompson: How is he even moving?
Steve White: Don't ask me!
6!
7!
Mark's figure slowly lifts itself onto the apron. Mike is up and Mark swings at him from the apron as the count is still going on! Mike ducks and he hits Mark with a forearm dazing the big man who is hanging on the apron!
8!
Chuck Thompson: He needs to get in that ring..NOW!
Steve White: Mike knows the count though.
Mark's head slowly lifts up as he comes out of his daze. Mike hits his signature dead zone! The big man falls off the apron and he hits the concrete with a hard thud!
Chuck Thompson: NO WAY!
Steve White: This is epic!
Mark's body begins to twist to try to sit up once again, the veteran Mike Flynn slowly lifting himself up in the ring.
9!
10!
DING! DING! DING!
"Cult of Personality" hits the PA system as Mike Flynn's hand is raised by the ref. Mark is seen lifting himself up on the outside. Mike lifts his other hand and he wipes his bloody nose.
Patricia Downs: Here is your winner, MIKE FLYNN!
Steve White: WAY TO GO FLYNN!
Mike turns and he walks out through the ropes. As he begins his walk back to the backstage area, we fade to a commercial break.
We come back from commercial to the song "No Remorse" by Metallica playing once again. The fans are on their feet, ready for the next match. We come to the announce table where Chuck Thompson and Steve White are getting situated.
Chuck Thompson: Well this next match is going to be a repeat of last weeks confrontation. As the Raven dumb fuck meets the country hillbilly Rocky J. What a dumb match this will be!
Steve White: Now Chuck, that is no way to be on live television. BE POSITIVE!
Someone is talking and all of the sudden gets cut off by a song over the pa system. Shut the fuck up by prise. The fans start to cheer as Raven Trueblood walks out onto the stage. He stands there with a smile on his face as the fans starts chanting over and over again. He walks down the ramp and gets inside the ring as he runs a lap around the ring and then sits in the middle of the ring and waits for his challenger.
Patricia Downs: This match is set for one fall, and is a one on one match! Introducing first, he hails from Lake Land Florida, he weighs in tonight at 180 pounds, and stands at 6 feet and a inch tall. He is none other then Raven Trueblood!
Steve White: Now this guy, proved something to me last week by beating Rocky J.
Chuck Thompson: Well he has to prove he isn't a flash in the past now, Steve. Think he can do that?
"Breaking the Law" comes over the P.A. System, as Rocky J comes out and walks down the ramp and into the ring.
Patrica Downs: Introducing his opponent, he hails from Corpus Christy, Texas. He comes in tonight standing at exactly 6 feet and a inch, and he comes in tonight weighing at 200 pounds! He is your one and only..Rocky J!
Chuck Thompson: Now if there's any point this guy is going to earn my respect, it will be here. If he can stop Raven Trueblood, he may just earn my respect.
Steve White: I don't think that is so important, but whatever floats your boat Chuck.
DING! DING! DING!
Rocky J and Raven Trueblood tie up in the middle of the ring. Rocky throws Raven into the ropes and Rocky gets put down with a shoulder block from Raven! Raven grins widly and runs back into the ropes. Rocky J jumps forward hitting Raven in the left knee cap! Raven collapses to the mat grabbing his knee in pain.
Steve White: Good way to get Raven down.
Chuck Thompson: Very smart.
Raven slowly gets up, but is taken back down with a chop block. Raven growls out in pain and Rocky slowly stands back up lifting his hands as the ref pushes him back some. As Raven gets back up, Rocky kicks his leg from under him. Raven lands abruptly and he grabs his leg as he tries to turn over. Rocky lifts his hands as the ref comes at him. He grabs Raven by the hair and throws him face first into the turnbuckle! Rocky runs into the ropes but Raven connects with a huge spear! Raven immediatly gets on top of Rocky landing huge blows! The ref begins a count!
1!
2!
3!
4!
5..
Raven gets off as he looks down at Rocky. He smiles and runs into the ropes catching Rocky with a harsh elbow to the face while Rocky was on his ass. Raven looks around and wraps an arm around Rocky before lifting him up. He lifts Rocky's arm around his head and he lands a pretty hard suplex and looks around with a growing smile on his face.
Chuck Thompson: I don't like this kids smug little grin.
Steve White: Well, he is in control so get used to it Chuck.
Raven begins to lift Rocky up again, and Rocky hits him with a forearm upside his head. This followed by a dropkick to Raven's bad knee! Raven growls and stumbles to one knee! Rocky lands with a running knee strike on Raven! He looks down at Raven for a moment before pulling him toward the ropes and putting his leg on the bottom rope. He jumps up and lands on the leg multiple times. Each time Raven screams out in pain.
Steve White: OH COME ON REF!
Chuck Thompson: This right here is strategy.
Rocky lifts himself up again, but this time Raven kicks him in the ass sending him falling over the top rope and to the floor! Raven groans slowly picking himself up. He springboards toward Rocky going for a springboard crossbody! Rocky moves out of the way and Raven crashes into the crowd barrier!
Steve White: Jesus Christ!
Chuck Thompson: He is out.
Rocky gets in the ring and rolls back out. He slowly lifts the dead weight of Raven and throws him into the ring. Rocky taunts after he enters through the middle rope. He stomps one good time on Raven's injured leg making him scream out in pain. He slowly lifts himself onto the top rope and taunts pointing toward that injured leg!
Chuck Thompson: Now even I have to admit, that may take it to far.
Steve White: He better not do that!
Rocky jumps and Raven raises his opposite foot, catching nothing but jaw! Rocky stumbles back into the ropes and Raven struggles up to his feet on one leg. He lifts Rocky up! Rocky counters the right path and drives his elbow down on Raven's injured leg! Raven screams and Rocky locks in a figure four on the stranded Raven! Raven screams and looks around, as he is no where near the ropes at this point.
Steve White: Oh no! Rocky caught him at the right time!
Chuck Thompson: That's what happens when you let your instincts get the better of you.
Raven falls back to release pressure! 1! 2! 3..NO! Rocky curses and he looks around. The ref leans in talking to Raven who is very close to tapping out. Rocky reaches back pulling himself up using the ropes for leverage! Raven screams in pain and lifts his hand..he doesn't tap! He shakes his head in pain his eyes fully closed.
Steve White: My god this shouldn't be locked in anymore!
Chuck Thompson: Smart move by the drunk hillbilly.
Raven starts to try to grab the ref, but the ref moved back some. The ref looks back and Rocky has let go of the ropes. Then as Raven tries to turn it over Rocky latches back onto the top rope. Raven, no longer having any choice in the matter..taps out.
DING! DING! DING!
"Breaking the Law" hits the pa and Rocky lets go of the top rope. The ref turns looking back at Rocky who is now on his feet. Rocky's hand is lifted as he stares down at Raven who has basically passed out becuase of the pain.
Patricia Downs: Here is your winner, by submission: ROCKY J!
As Rocky slowly turns and exits through the middle ropes, we fade to commercial break.
We come back from a commercial break as the next match is about to get started.
"I Need A Doctor" starts playing over the PA system and Quinton Hughes steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp met with a huge amount of boos from the crowd. He is wearing his usual gangster stuff with bling around his neck. He makes his way down to the ring and goes up the steel steps and stands on the ring apron for a minute before going over the middle rope and into the ring. He shows off on a turnbuckle and then gets down and lets the fans boo him some more.
Patricia Downs: Introducing first, he hails from..
Suddenly Patricia is cut off as Thomas Paine attacks Quinton from behind. Quinton stumbles down to the mat and he looks up only to get met with a big boot! Ariel can be seen walking down the ramp. The ref is motioning for Thomas to stop. Thomas shrugs and wraps his hands around Quintons throat before lifting him up.
Chuck Thompson: FANTASTIC!
Steve White: Stop you twisted fucks!
Aslyum Bomb on Quinton! Thomas lifts his hands and turns before walking out of the ring. The ref looks at Ariel who stands over Quinton and then back at the announcers and everyone at ringside.
DING! DING! DING!
Ariel puts her foot on Quinton's chest and the ref get down, as he didn't have a choice.
1!
2!
3!
DING! DING! DING!
"Broken Dreams" by Shaman's Harvest hits the PA. Ariel turns and lifts her hands in victory. She gets out of the ring very quickly and she basically runs to the backstage area.
Patricia Downs: Here is your winner... Ariel Paine!
Chuck Thompson: I love it!
Steve White: I still don't get that.
With the scene showing Quinton slowly rolling out of the ring with his hands on his waist, we fade to commercial break.
The scene comes back from a commercial break as The opening riff to "Never Enough" by Five Finger Death Punch blares through the area speakers as the black trench coat, black and red mask wearing form of Sah'ta Thor step out from the back. As the music continues to play he struts arrogantly towards the ring.
Patricia Downs: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a last man standing match! Introducing first, hailing from Unknown, standing at 5 feet and 9 inches tall and weighing in at 175 pounds, he is Sah'ta Thor!
As he walks down to the ring he ignores the fans as he was intent on getting to the ring. Once in the ring he takes of his title and passes it to the time keeper then removes his trench coat to reveal a black t-shirt and jeans combo. His hands were covered with strikers gloves which he raises into the air in an X as a red and black pyros shoot from the ring posts. He lowers his arms and steps back while awaiting his opponent.
"White Trash Millionaire" by Black Stone Cherry then begins to play over the PA system as for a few moments the strobe lights go off and then Eric Cobretti appears on top of the entrance ramp. As soon as he is seen standing up there, the fans boo extremely loudly, not liking the man one single bit. He looks around and just smiles at all of them to piss them off even more before begining to make his way down to the ring.
Patricia Downs: Introducing his opponent, hailing from Denver, Colorado, standing at 6 feet and 2 inches tall and weighing in tonight at 246 pounds, he is Eric "The Cobra" Cobretti!
Eric Cobretti reaches the ring and walks up the steel ring steps. He walks halfway across the ring apron and then stops for a minute, soaking in all of the huge boos he is getting from the crowd. He then goes over the middle rope and into the ring and taunts the fans on each turnbuckle. The fans are still booing him extremely loudly as he jumps down and awaits for the bell in his corner of the ring.
DING DING DING!
The match starts off as both Sah'ta Thor and Eric Cobretti go to the center of the ring and lock up. Eric Cobretti gets the upper hand and puts Thor in a headlock, but Thor quickly pushes his way out of it and pushes Eric Cobretti against the ropes. Eric Cobretti comes running back at Thor and Thor picks him up and nails him with a powerslam. Thor then quickly gets back to his feet and Eric Cobretti follows soon after. Both men then start circling each other.
Steve White: A good match we have here tonight. A last man standing match against two men who really don't like each other at all.
Eric Cobretti comes to the center of the ring, thinking the two will tie up again, but instead Sah'ta Thor rushes at him and nails him with a clotheline, knocking Eric Cobretti flat on his back. Sah'ta Thor doesn't give him any time to get back to his feet as he begins to stomp Eric Cobretti repeatedly. After a lot of stomps hitting their marks, Eric Cobretti finally finds the bottom rope and uses it to pull himself out of the ring. The fans boo him for it. Eric Cobretti takes a moment, leaning up against the crowd barrier to catch his breath. As soon as he turns around and faces the ring, Sah'ta Thor launches himself over the top rope and onto Eric Cobretti with a crossbody.
Steve White: These men don't like each other so i was expecting to see some high risk moves in this match. That was one of them.
Chuck Thompson: But the question is was that too early to do?
Sah'ta Thor is the first to get to his feet as the referee begins to count. He gets to the count of 5, but then Eric Cobretti gets to his feet as well. He turns around and is met by a huge dropkick straight to the bottom of the chin by Sah'ta Thor. Eric Cobretti falls back down onto the ground, finding himself looking up at the lights again. Sah'ta Thor gets up and taunts to the fans, having some of them boo him, but most of them cheer him. He then looks under the ring for something to use in the match. A few minutes of shuffeling around under the ring he finally pulls out a table!
Steve White: And now the wood gets involved in the match!
Sah'ta Thor sets the table across from the ring apron to the crowd barrier. As Sah'ta Thor is setting up this table, he doesn't even realize that Eric Cobretti has already gotten to his feet and back into the ring. Sah'ta Thor ducks under the table looking for Eric Cobretti and noticing he isn't there. He then turns to the ring to see if he is in there, and Eric Cobretti does a flip off of the top rope onto Thor, sending both men crashing to the floor outside of the ring!
Steve White: That was awfully close to the table! Luckily Eric Cobretti didn't send himself through it!
Chuck Thompson: That definetly would not have been good for Eric Cobretti if he did that to himself.
Both men lay on the floor as the referee begins to count. 1...2...3...4...5... Eric Cobretti gets to his feet! 6... Sah'ta Thor then gets to his feet as well! Both men are now on their feet and they start throwing haymakers at each other, connecting with half of them. Eric Cobretti then spears Sah'ta Thor into the crowd barrier, breaking a piece of the crowd barrier and sending both men into the front row of fans.
Chuck Thompson: It seems the fans in the front row at all of these EHWF events get their moneys worth for sure.
Eric Cobretti gets to his feet and picks up Sah'ta Thor. He then throws him into the now empty chairs that the front row fans were just sitting in. The chairs in the first 3 rows are now messed up and Eric Cobretti begins picking them up one by one and throwing them as hard as he can at Thor. A few of them connect straight to the head of Sah'ta Thor and a few of them bounce off of his arm as he is trying to deflect them, but they all hit him in some way.
Steve White: Eric Cobretti is just throwing these chairs like they are nothing. Hurting Sah'ta Thor for sure, but is he wasteing a lot of energy doing this?
Eric Cobretti finally decides to stop throwing the chairs at him and walks over to the side of the ring. He lifts up the skirt of the ring and pulls out a ladder! He slides the ladder into the ring and then slides in after it. He sets the ladder up closer to the side of the ring that the table is on. Sah'ta Thor slides into the ring and Eric Cobretti turns around just in time. He nails the Pearl of the Cobra on Sah'ta Thor, leaving him lay in the ring. Eric Cobretti gets out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from ringside and slides back into the ring as the referee begins to count again. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...Sah'ta Thor is getting up! Eric Cobretti doesn't think Sah'ta Thor would get up from the Pearl of the Cobra, but he got the steel chair just in case. Sah'ta Thor turns around and gets blasted in the head by the steel chair!
Steve White: Oh my God! What a chair shot by Cobretti!
The referee begins to count again. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...Sah'ta Thor is getting up again! Eric Cobretti doesn't believe it. Sah'ta Thor gets to his feet and turns around and gets blasted in the head by the steel chair once again! Eric Cobretti then starts beating the steel chair over the back of Sah'ta Thor repeatedly until the chair is nearly bent in half! He then throws the chair out of the ring and leans up against the ladder ordering the referee to count. The referee then begins to argue with Eric Cobretti, wasting precious time.
Chuck Thompson: What is this brain dead referee doing?! He is fucking over Eric Cobretti with every second he chooses to argue with him!
Steve White: I see it as Eric Cobretti is fucking himself over by choosing to argue with the referee when there is really no need to.
The referee and Eric Cobretti keep arguing before Eric Cobretti grabs the referee by the shirt and pushes him into the corner. He gets in his face and tells him one more time to start counting. He lets go of the referee and the referee finally begins to count again. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...Sah'ta Thor is getting back to his feet! Eric Cobretti is pissed! Those moments of Eric Cobretti arguing with the referee finds out to be costly. Eric Cobretti then climbs the ladder and yells down at Thor to bring it. Sah'ta Thor, refusing to back down, with blood trickling down his neck, noticably bleeding under the mask, begins to stagger up the ladder.
Steve White: I don't find this to be a smart move by Sah'ta Thor at all! He is in no shape to be up there!
As soon as he reaches the top, the two men begin punching each other back and fourth, Sah'ta Thor almost falling off the ladder with every punch that connects to his head. They both climb up one more ladder rung, so they are 2 steps away from the top of the ladder. Eric Cobretti then grabs Thor by the throat and throws Thor off of the side of the ladder through the table that is set up outside of the ring! Thor goes crashing through the table and onto the concrete on the outside of the ring and lays motionless and Eric Cobretti at the same time loses his balance atop the ladder and falls onto the ring ropes in an awkward way. Eric Cobretti lays in the ring, kicking his feet and groaning in pain and Sah'ta Thor lays on the outside of the ring, in the middle of a lot of broken wood. The referee begins to count. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...Eric Cobretti staggers to his feet with the help of the ring ropes! Sah'ta Thor is still down, moving only a tiny bit now! 9...10!
DING DING DING!
Patricia Downs: The winner of this match, Eric Cobretti!
"White Trash Millionaire" by Black Stone Cherry plays over the PA system again as the referee goes to raise Eric Cobretti's hand in victory, but Eric Cobretti pulls his hand away from the referee and nails the Pearl of the Cobra on the referee!
Steve White: Hey! He can't do that! That is an official he just attacked!
Eric Cobretti then spits on the referee who is laying motionless in the ring and falls through the ring ropes to the outside of the ring. He staggers his way up the entrance ramp, holding his ribs and the back of his head with his hands. He dissapears through the curtains to the backstage area as more referees and other medical officials come out to help both the referee and Sh'ta Thor, who has no moved out of the broken wood a little bit.
Steve White: Oh my God! What complete carnage we just witnessed here tonight! That match was truly amazing and Sah'ta Thor has no reason to look down on himself for his performance tonight.
Chuck Thompson: It doesn't matter! Yes, he had a good match, but in the end that means jack shit unless he can win that match!
Steve White: I have to disagree with you there, partner.
The medical officials try to help Sah'ta Thor, but he refuses their help and rolls back into the ring. No one is sure why, maybe he thinks the match is still going or maybe he is messed up in the head from the two hard chair shots and the huge fall he took during the match. He uses the ring ropes and staggers to his feet with the fans on their feet cheering him.
Steve White: These fans really do appreciate a good match!
Thor was standing in the middle of the ring, recovering from his match with Cobretti when the video screen at the top of the stage showed a familiar face in Alexander Remington. He was laying flat in a hospital bed; several fluids being pumped into his veins as he was hooked up to several other devices. But that familiar scowl covered his face as he stared at that camera, as though he were peering into the soul of Sah'ta Thor.
Remington: Thor, I bet you think this is all fun and games. You and your band of misfits thought you would plan a little party at my expense last week, and you damn near ended my career in just a few short minutes. Now I'm sitting here in this God forsaken place, listening to doctors who don't know what in the hell they are doing, and it's all because you couldn't handle the fact that despite all of your businesses and despite having an entire empire behind your name, Alexander Remington was still the bright shining light in this dump of a federation. No, it wasn't Thor being talked about, and no, there is not a single person in the crowd who gives a damn about your little Empire of Blood, so when you saw me still standing in the middle of the ring after a great match with Scotty Paine, jealousy reared its ugly head.
With a moan of pain he sat up straight in the bed, closing his eyes as he endured the agony for a moment, finally opening his eyes again.
Remington: But there was just one little problem with your plan Thor. You didn't finish what you started. And sure, you'll spin it into a beautiful fairy tale, shouting to the masses that you wanted to save just enough of me to walk into our Three Tiers of Hell match on October the 28th and beat me within an inch of my life. But we know what last week was all about. We know that you are scared of what you are about to face. You understand that of all the matches that you've ever had in your career; out of all those who made you bleed, made you explode, made you cry out for help - none of them compare to the man you're looking at right now.
He cracked a smile now, shaking his head slowly.
Remington: Before last week, all this was between you and I was two men with giant egos realizing that this place wasn't big enough for the both of us. But now, you've made it personal. Now, I want to take your pathetic excuse of a career and retire you in one single night. Because that's what you tried to do to me, and now I'm going to show you how to complete that process. Understand Thor, that when I end your career, and when the Empire of Blood comes crumbling down at my feet, that you brought all of this upon yourself because of your actions last week. And understand that you are never safe. You are never alone. You're always being watched.
Steve White: What does he mean by...
At that moment all of the lights in the arena turned off, save the few cameras that began to flash in hopes of capturing something. But just as soon as they turned off were they turned on again, and before Thor's feet lay a body bag.
Chuck Thompson: What do you think is in there?
Steve White: Don't you mean who?
Chuck Thompson: I hope not...
Thor looked at the bag with a confused expression on his face, slowly crouching down and unzipping it slowly. Seeing the face of the individual inside, he backed up slowly; the face of confusion now turning into that of complete shock. The cameras panned around to show who it was inside the bag.
Steve White: Oh my God...it's...
Chuck Thompson: That's Thor's oldest daughter, Astryd! Oh my God, Remington didn't...
But soon her eyes opened as she too began to panic, screaming loudly for her father as he kneeled back over her. Remington was no longer on the screen; that had long faded away. But as Thor began to help his fearful daughter out of the bag, the lights turned off again.
Steve White: Not again!
Chuck Thompson: What now!?
The lights flashed back on, and the crowd erupted as the man who once was shown in a hospital stood behind Thor as he was still kneeling beside his daughter. Crutch in hand, Remington cracked a smile as Astryd's face turned into an expression of pure horror as she shouted, pointing behind her father. As soon as Thor had turned around, Remington sent the crutch right into his face, making him crash to the ground. Alexander followed Thor to the ground as he began to repeatedly bash Thor in the face with closed fist after closed fist, not ever relenting despite the cries of Thor's daughter.
Chuck Thompson: Someone needs to stop this!
Steve White: Well no one stopped the Empire of Blood last week. This is retribution at its finest.
Astryd tried to pull Remington off of her father as she tried to compose herself, but he shoved her off, sending her crashing back against the turnbuckle. Realizing that Thor was dazed now, he stood up, realizing that his daughter could pose a problem. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, quickly cuffing Astryd to the turnbuckle so that she couldn't do anything about this. Alex kneeled over Thor again.
Remington: You did this to yourself Thor.
He now picked up Thor, slamming him against the opposite turnbuckles as Astryd looked on, helpless. Remington slid out of the ring, tossing random weapons into the ring, wanting to give Thor a taste of his own medicine. Climbing back in, he now reached for a small bag, pouring the thumbtacks out of the bag and onto the mat. Grabbing Thor by the throat, he kicked him in the stomach, picking him up over his head and slamming him back down into the tacks with a powerbomb.
Steve White: My God, where's the rest of the Empire of Blood when you need them!?
Just then, the monitor atop the stage flashed on, and the members of the Empire of Blood were shown within the locker room, banging on the door as they tried to escape. The camera then panned out to the outside, where a slab of concrete blocks barricaded the door, a man sitting on top of them.
Griffin Hawkins: Now how did these get here?
Sarcastically, Hawkins, Remington's long time friend and former partner, shrugged his shoulders, going back to reading a book, even though it was conveniently upside down.
Steve White: An impromptu visit to the EHWF from the other half of the legendary Hawkington team!
Remington had continued the assault, blood gushing out of Thor's skull as Remington bashed his head in with multiple chair shots, finally resorting to the table. Setting it up, he forced Thor to the top rope. Grabbing him around the throat, Remington fell backwards with Thor, sending both of them crashing through the table with a perfectly executed Cash Flow. Remington slowly rose to his feet, grabbing a microphone.
Remington: Griffin Hawkins ladies and gentlemen!
He cracked a smile as the monitor turned off; the smile turning to a frown.
Remington: Thor, two weeks separate you from the end of your career as you know it. You could have minded your p's and q's, and you could have kept this as a simple championship defense, but you had to involve yourself in matters you never should have gotten yourself into. When the leader of the Empire of Blood is revealed to be a weak pathetic man, and when your followers realize that very fact and turn their back on you, only then will this be over between us. Because you tried to end my career last week; now I'm going to take everything you hold dear to you...
Remington picked up Thor, carrying him to his daughter as he pressed his blood-covered face against hers.
Remington: And I'm going to watch it crumble within my fingertips. Astryd, just know that everything that happens to your father in two weeks is his own doing. Just know that your father is weak and powerless to real men like me. But when you feel disgraced, and when you feel like your own daddy let you down, I will be more than happy to fill that void. I will be that father figure that you always desired. I will, unlike your father, have a backbone; I am not a spineless weak man like he.
Remington laughed as he threw Thor back to the ground, staring coldly at his broken body as Alex's music began to play as Remington mouthed the words "October the 28th, it all ends for you Thor," walking up the stage and exiting to the back. The scene fades to a commercial break.
The scene comes back from a commercial break as the next match is about to begin.
When I quest my flashing sword and my hand takes hold of judgment, I will take vengeance upon mine enemies and I will have paid those who haze me, Oh Lord raise me to thy right hand and count me among thy saints…. “Revenge I Seek” by Bleeding Through continues to blare through the auditorium, in that same moment there is a total blackout followed by a static screen, as a small light enlightens the entrance ramp, a man covered in a Black mantel emerges from behind the curtains, he stands atop the ramp, looking at the ground, he raises his head and removes the hood of the mantel, revealing his white colored braided red striped hair.
Patricia Downs: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a triple threat match and is the main event of the evening! Introducing first, he hails from Dragaria, he stands at 5 feet and 11 inches tall and weighs in at 195 pounds, he is Seraphiel de Valentine!
Usirian stands at the top of the entrance ramp looking out into the darkness that surrounds him, the words "T_H_E__C_U_R_E" are spelled out across the static being displayed across the screen as he starts his walk towards the ring without caring much about the fan reaction seeing how their mostly boo‘s anyways. The Black Mantel is thrown away as soon as the music dies and he slides into the ring sitting on one of the turnbuckles, he can be seen staring towards the entrance ramp waiting for his opponent to come out from behind the curtains.
"Halls Of Illusions" by Insane Clown Posse then begins to play over the PA system as Drake Coleman steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp. He looks around at the thousands of EHWF fans that are half booing and half cheering him. He then throws his fist high into the air and the fans mostly cheer, but some boo him.
Patricia Downs: Introducing his opponent, standing at 7 feet tall and weighing in tonight at 298 pounds, he hails from Charlotte, North Carolina, he is Drake "The Icon" Coleman!
Drake Coleman makes his way down to the ring and reaches up and grabs the top rope. He pulls himself up onto the ring apron and goes over the top rope and into the ring. He then walks over to the side of the ring and throws his fist in the air again as pyro shoots up from the two turnbuckles behind him. He then walks over to his corner and awaits for his final opponent.
"Here Comes the Pain” by Slayer rips out of the PA, as Scotty walks out onto the stage pushing a shopping cart full of hardcore goodies. He stops at the top of the ramp, and strikes a cross-like pose.
Patricia Downs: Introducing their opponent, hailing from The Asylum via White Hills, New Jersey, he stands at 6 feet and `1 inch tall and weighs in at 245 pounds, he is Scotty Paine!
He then continues down the ramp, and pushes the cart up to the side of the ring, and rolls in under the ropes. He pops up to his feet, and flips off his opponent. He rushes over, climbs up to the second turnbuckle, and crosses his arms in an X fashion. He yells out "I put the X, in Xtreme!"
DING DING DING!
The match starts out as all three men look at each other. For a moment, it looks like Drake Coleman and Seraphiel de Valentine are going to team up and take out Scotty Paine, but then suddenly, Drake Coleman turns on Seraphiel de Valentine and hits him with a thunderous clotheline. Seraphiel de Valentine falls to the ring mat and holds his chest, trying to catch his breath. Drake Coleman then begins stomping Seraphiel de Valentine ferociously until he rolls out of the ring. Drake Coleman then gets out of the ring after him, leaving Scotty Paine all alone in the ring. Drake Coleman picks up Seraphiel de Valentine and smacks his head off of the ring apron. Seraphiel de Valentine throws a few punches at Drake Coleman, but misses on every single one of them. Drake Coleman then knees Seraphiel in the gut. Seraphiel falls down onto one knee and Drake quickly picks him back up. He holds him up for a moment, about to do some sort of move, until Scotty Paine comes launching over the top rope and nails a crossbody on both men. Drake Coleman and Seraphiel de Valentine lay outside of the ring as Scotty Paine jumps back up to his feet and rolls back into the ring and shows off as the crowd cheers.
Steve White: Scotty Paine hitting a high risk manouver in the early going!
Chuck Thompson: Dumb move on his part.
Drake Coleman is the first to get to his feet and he crawls up onto the ring apron, but his foot is grabbed by Seraphiel de Valentine. Drake Coleman kicks off Seraphiel de Valentine and jumps down, nailing a double axe to the skull of Seraphiel de Valentine. Seraphiel falls down and Drake Coleman stomps him a few times before climbing back up onto the ring apron. He stands there and stares at Scotty Paine, who doesn't seem to be intimidated by the big man at all. Drake Coleman goes over the top rope and into the ring and as soon as he does, Scotty Paine runs full speed at him and nails him with a clotheline, sending Drake Coleman back over the top rope and to the outside floor right beside Seraphiel de Valentine. Scotty Paine then showboats in the ring again.
Steve White: Scotty Paine has the advantage in the early going tonight!
Chuck Thompson: Of course he does. Drake Coleman has been doing all the work on Seraphiel de Valentine.
Scotty Paine slides out of the ring as Seraphiel de Valentine gets to his feet. Both men start punching each other, brawling as they slowly make their way up the entrance ramp. Scotty Paine gets the advantage and his a big knee to the gut of Seraphiel de Valentine. Seraphiel falls down onto the ramp on both of his knees and holds his gut, groaning in pain. Scotty Paine then picks him up by the hair and throws him further up the entrance ramp. Scotty Paine punches Seraphiel de Valentine a few more times in the face as they reach the top of the entrance ramp. Scotty Paine picks up Seraphiel de Valentine and powerbombs him hard onto the stage at the top of the entrance ramp. Seraphiel de Valentine rolls around, holding his back, groaning in pain. Scotty Paine looks down at him with a sadistic smile.
Steve White: They have made their way up to the top of the entrance ramp and Scotty Paine looks like he is really wanting to hurt Seraphiel de Valentine.
Scotty Paine picks Seraphiel de Valentine back up and drags him over to the side of the stage. He gets ready to powerbomb Seraphiel de Valentine off of the stage! He picks him up so that Seraphiel de Valentine is sitting on his shoulders and is about to throw him off the stage when Drake Coleman comes out of no where and bull rushes Scotty Paine in the back, sending all three men flying off of the stage and through maintence tables and wires and other crew stuff. All three men lay on the concrete floor gasping for breaths.
Steve White: Holy shit! That was insane! All three men went crashing off of the stage! Ladies and gentlemen, we have to take our final commercial break we will be right back!
The scene then fades to a commercial break.
As the scene comes back from a commercial break, we see that Drake Coleman and Scotty Paine have gotten back to their feet and are now battling down the side of the entrance ramp back towards the ring. Seraphiel de Valentine, on the other hand, is getting medical attention from the paramedics.
Steve White: Seraphiel de Valentine looks like he is done for tonight, maybe for a while. I hope his injuries aren't that serious.
Chuck Thompson: Who gives a shit? He knows what he signed up for. He knew what to expect coming into this match tonight. It is all on him.
Scotty Paine throws Drake Coleman into the ring post and Drake Colemans head smacks off of it. Drake Coleman lays on the ground holding his head and kicking his feet, groans of pain can be heard. Scotty Paine doesn't let him regain his composure as he picks him back up right away, making everyone notice the blood that is flowing from the face of Drake Coleman from the ring post. Scotty Paine then tosses Drake Coleman back into the ring and he is about to get back into the ring himself when he remembers he has a shopping cart full of hardcore weapons. He walks over and picks a few weapons of choice, including at stop sign, a steel chair, a kendo stick, a lead pipe, and a toaster. He throws all of those weapons into the ring and climbs in.
Steve White: What is he doing?! This isn't a hardcore match!
Chuck Thompson: Ahh, but this is a triple threat match. Which means no countouts and no disqualifications! Haha! This is great!
Steve White: It's basically a singles match now! Seraphiel de Valentine is no longer in this match. He was taken away by medical personel.
Chuck Thompson: Regardless, it is scheduled as a triple threat match so that is what it is!
When he gets in the ring, Scotty Paine first picks up the stop sign he tossed in. He waits for Drake Coleman to get back to his feet and once he does and turns around to face Scotty, Scotty swings the stop sign and smacks it right over the head of Drake Coleman, sending Drake back down to the ring mat. A dent is now in the stop sign. Drake Coleman refuses to give up though, as he uses the ring ropes for leverage to get back to his feet. Scotty Paine smacks the stop sign over the back of Drake Coleman twice and Drake Coleman falls back down onto the ring mat. Scotty Paine then throws the stop sign over the top rope to the outside of the ring and goes for a pin on Drake Coleman. 1...2...Drake puts his foot on the bottom rope!
Steve White: Good ring awareness by Drake there, getting his foot up on the bottom rope.
Scotty Paine gets back to his feet and picks up Drake Coleman by the hair. Drake Coleman hits a few good shots to the stomach of Scotty Paine and then breaks from the grasp of Scotty. He kicks Scotty paine in the gut and as Scotty Paine leans over to hold his stomach, Drake Coleman lifts his leg and kicks Scotty Paine in the face. Scotty Paine falls down onto the ring mat holding his face. Drake Coleman leans against the ring ropes for a moment to regain his composure and he then picks up the kendo stick that Scotty Paine tossed into the ring. He walks over to Scotty and starts beating him over the back repeatedly with it until it is splintering and falling apart!
Steve White: Drake Coleman is using Scotty's own weapons against him now!
Drake Coleman then tosses the broken piece of kendo stick out of the ring and walks over to the lead pipe and picks it up. He walks back over to Scotty and smacks him in the back of the head with it. Scotty Paine falls to the ring mat and holds the back of his head, kicking his feet and wincing in pain. Drake Coleman then hits Scotty a few times in the ribs with the lead pipe. Scotty Paine is rolling around in the ring, hurting in many different places now. Blood is noticably coming from the back of his head where the lead pipe hit him. Drake Coleman throws down the lead pipe and picks up the steel chair that was thrown into the ring. He begins to beat Scotty Paine over the back with it repeatedly and then sets it up, a little bent, in the middle of the ring.
Steve White: You know when someone sets up a steel chair in the ring during a wrestling match it is never a good thing.
Chuck Thompson: What are you talking about? It is a great thing! I can't wait to see this chair get put to good use!
He walks over and picks up Scotty Paine. He drags him over to near where the steel chair is set up and picks up Scotty Paine and powerbombs him onto the chair, bending it in a way it is not supposed to be bent. Drake Coleman then kicks the destroyed steel chair into the corner of the ring, out of the way. He then goes for a pin on Scotty Paine, who is holding his back with his face twisted in pain. 1...2...KICKOUT! Scotty Paine somehow kicks out of the pin!
Steve White: Amazing match!
Drake Coleman gets a little bit annoyed. He picks up Scotty Paine and throws him against the ropes. Scotty Paine comes running back at Drake Coleman and Drake goes for a big boot, but Scotty Paine ducks under it and runs against the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. He then comes running back at Drake Coleman and hits a jumping shoulder block on him, sending him and Drake Coleman both falling to the ring mat. Scotty Paine then staggers to his feet, using the ring ropes as leverage, and picks up the toaster he has thrown into the ring. Drake Coleman then staggers to his feet and when he turns around Scotty runs at him with the toaster and smacks it over Drake Colemans head, sending the big man crashing down onto the ring mat.
Steve White: Wow! How much more can either man take!
Scotty Paine then suddenly gets a burst of adrenaline and the crowd begins to cheer extremely loud. He signals for the end and when Drake Coleman gets to his feet, Scotty nails a Feel the Paine on Drake Coleman! Drake Coleman is laying on his back, not moving and just when Scotty Paine goes for the pin, Seraphiel de Valentine comes running back out to the ring! He slides in and grabs the lead pipe and smacks it over Scottys back, making him roll out of the way groaning in pain again.
Steve White: Oh my God! He is here! Amazing!
Chuck Thompson: Dumb if you ask me. He already put his carer in jeopardy once and he is now doing it again!
Seraphiel de Valentine then hits Drake Coleman in the ribs repeatedly with the lead pipe and Drake Coleman rolls out of the ring. Seraphiel de Valentine then gets all pumped up and when he turns around he gets nailed by Scotty Paine with another Feel the Paine! Seraphiel de Valentines stay was short lived as he lays motionless in the ring. Since Drake Coleman is no longer in the ring to pin, Scotty Paine decides to just pin Seraphiel de Valentine instead. 1...2...3!
DING DING DING!
Patricia Downs: The winnr of this match by pinfall, Scotty Paine!
The fans go crazy as they just witnessed a great match and Scotty Paine gets to his feet and gets his hand raised in victory by the referee, some blood still trickling down the back of his neck. He then falls in between the ropes to the outside of the ring and begins to make his way to the backstage area, throwing his fist in the air as he does so.
Steve White: Another amazing main event in EHWF history! Matches like these are exactly why i love this company so damn much!
Chuck Thompson: Love them or hate them, these men and women always come out here and give you fans a great show to watch! I can't wait for next weeks Mayhem!
Steve White: Me either, Chuck! But for now we are out of time! So ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us tonight and we hope to see you again next week live on Mayhem!
The scene then fades out to the EHWF logo as the show ends.
The camera pans around the fans for a few more seconds before cutting down to ringside where the Friday Night Mayhem commentators are sitting, ready to call a night full of action.
Steve White: Welcome to EHWF Friday Night Mayhem!
Chuck Thompson: And boy, do we have a lineup for you tonight folks! Blood shall be shed!
Steve White: I hope so too, Chuck! And wasting no time, here comes our opening contest!
Worldwide Choppers begins to play throughout the arena. Ceza's short Turk verse runs through with the lights out. Suddenly, the lights return in a shade of purple as Tech yells in the song.
We started in the midwest,
Now we 'bout to take it,
All over the world, baby.
This is the pinnacle,
Yeah, Griffin!
Patricia Downs: And coming to us from Detroit, weighing in at 217 pounds and standing at 6-foot-1, LORENZO GRIFFIN!
However, Lorenzo Griffin cannot be seen. He’s not coming out from behind the curtain, he can't be found anywhere in the vicinity of the arena. The music continues, but still no Lorenzo Griffin. After few seconds, the music begins to die down.
Steve White: Where’s Lorenzo?!
Chuck Thompson: Pussied out.
Steve White: This is a family show, Chuck!
Chuck Thompson: No it’s not! This is a place where the brutal take on the extreme! Blood, gore, excitement - that’s what EHWF is all about! It doesn’t say “Don’t Try This At Home” under the logo on commercials for nothing, you know!
Steve White: It… doesn’t say that.
The music is finally dead. Silence fills the p.a. system.
Chuck Thompson: WELL IT SHOULD!
Patricia Downs: Lorenzo Griffin has refused to show tonight.
We sit in silence for a moment. "Scream, Aim, Fire" by Bullet for My Valentine starts blaring and the lights start going crazy flashing on and off. The fans are cheering loudly for the face wrestler JT Underwood.
Patricia Downs: Hailing from Orlando, Florida; weighing in at 225 pounds and standing tall at 6’1, JT UNDERWOOD!
The music continues. No sign of JT Underwood. The cameras pan around the arena expecting to see him jump out from somewhere in the rafters, but nothing happens. After a while the music dies down and Chuck Thompson begins to say something, but it cut off entirely by the opening drum track of “Honor Thy Father” by Dream Theater. The fans erupt in a mix of cheers and screams. EHWF Owner Justin Taker steps out from behind the curtains to his own music holding nothing but a microphone. He is wearing a black long sleeved shirt with black pants and black dress shoes. His long black hair is half behind him and in front of his shoulders with his black sunglasses looking out over the sea of EHWF fans who showed up in Miami tonight. Around his neck lay a gold chain, attached to it a rather large and noticeable gold cross. Typical Justin Taker attire. He takes one more step forward onto the ramp and begins to address the crowd.
Justin Taker: Hello everyone!
The fans erupt again.
Justin Taker: You guys have just witnessed a disgrace. Lorenzo Griffin and JT Underwood, two wrestlers who I have personally signed into this business, refused to show their faces tonight for the opening match of tonight’s Mayhem.
Half the fans boo Griffin and Underwood, the other half cheer Justin Taker.
Justin Taker: So, as the people who have brought this place to where it is today… What do you guys think we should do?
He lowers the microphone for a few seconds and phrases and chants can be heard around the sold out Sun Life Stadium. “Fire Them” is, however, most prominent.
Justin Taker: Fire them?
Chuck Thompson: Yes!
And the fans erupt once more, giving JT the okay to do so. He doesn’t need it, but the fans are the ultimate decision makers.
Justin Taker: I hereby, with all the power I hold in this business, fire Lorenzo Griffin and JT Underwood under the circumstances of a breach of contract; failing to appear when booked. Welcome to EHWF’s ‘Future Endeavors’ List, boys.
With that, JT lowers the microphone from his face and walks to the back as “Honor Thy Father” plays once more.
Steve White: He just fired the two wrestlers right here on the air!
The fans cheer as EHWF cuts to its first commercial break of the evening.
The scene comes back from a commercial break as the camera goes down to Patricia Downs, who is in the ring.
Patricia Downs: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a singles match, and is scheduled for one fall!
Mike Flynn enters as his entrance theme hits, nodding his head to the cheering crowd. He then makes his way down the ramp, hi-fiving the fans before dashing and then sliding into the ring from the mid-way point of the ramp. He then climbs a turnbuckle and points to the crowd before hoping down.
Chuck Thompson: Now this match I find as interesting as any for tonight.
Steve White: I don't know where I lean in this match.
Patricia Downs: Introducing first, he hails from Dallas, Texas. He comes in tonight weighing at 207 pounds. He is Mike Flynn!
The lights flicker and explodes in red as Mark Dread comes out on to the ramp. He takes his time as he adjusts his gloves. When he gets in the middle he lifts his hands and the ramp explodes in pyro making a gate of flame. Mark walks threw and the corners send pyro into the air as he gets in the ring. He does a cut throat motion and stares blankly at Mike Flynn who is across from him.
Steve White: Now this big motherfucker scares me.
Patricia Downs: Introducing his opponent, he hails from Parts Unknown, he comes in tonight weighing at 267 pounds. He is Mark Dread!
Chuck Thompson: I don't know what to say about Mark.
DING! DING! DING!
Match #2: Mike Flynn vs. Mark Dread
The bell rings and Mike runs over at Mark who lands a big boot on him immediately. Mark gets on top of Mike with huge shots on to the top of Mikes head. Mark keeps punching him as the ref starts a count.
1!
2!
3!
Mark gets off and he raises his foot landing a hard stomp on Flynns face. Flynn growls in pain and as Mark lifts him up, Flynn starts punching Mark continuously across his head. Just fighting to survive. Mike throws him into the turnbuckle and gets in a huge forearm to Flynn's head! Flynn fades a little in the corner and Mark pulls him out hitting him with a big clothesline!
Chuck Thomson: Jesus Christ, such a dominating force!
Steve White: I don't know what to say.
Mike struggles to his feet and receives a hard uppercut sending him back a bit into the ropes. Mark starts landing more shots to the back of Mike who begins to fall down to the reign of blows. Mark runs into the ropes and Mike catches him with a dropkick to his right knee! Mike follows hitting a big DDT!
Chuck Thompson: Trying to mount some more offense is Mike.
Steve White: I don't know, he may have dazed Mark with that, but that looks like thats all it did.
Mike rams Marks head into the turnbuckle four times. Each time is harder then the last. Mike then continues to reign in shots to Marks head. Mike runs into the ropes after the ref pushes him off, but gets nailed by Mark with a big boot once again! Mark wraps his hand around Flynn's neck and lifts him up for a chokeslam! Connects! Mike's back arches and he tries to get away from the overpowering Mark Dread.
Steve White: Damn.
Chuck Thompson: Damn right.
Mark reigns down multiple punches on his opponent who is now a bloody mess. Apparently Mark had broken Mike's nose. Mark kept hitting him with shot after shot, but then the ref pushes Mark off as a warning. Mark spits on the mat and looks back at Mike who he slowly picks up.
Steve White: Can Flynn survive this?
Mark lifts up Flynn for the Gone and Buried! A poke in the eye stops Mark in his tracks and Flynn hits his finisher out of nowhere! Dead zone! Flynn pushes the dead weight of Mark Dread over and his arms hook Mark Dread's left leg!
1!
2!
3..
NO!
Mark's shoulder raises and Mike looks at the ref in complete bewilderment. He stands up and as he screams at the ref we can see Mark slowly getting to his feet. Mike goes for a second deadzone! Dread counters and hits his signature: 6 feet under!
Chuck Thompson: Alright, this guy is too much.
Steve White: I disagree, Mike can do this!
Mark lifts Flynn up and brings him down on the turnbuckle. He lands shot after shot on Flynn's torso and Flynn begins to sink in. Dread lifts himself up and begins hitting Flynn with constant shots to the head!
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
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7!
8!
9!
As Mark lifts his hand up to hit Flynn for the final time, the veteran pulls Mark's feet out and Mark falls off the top rope and out of the ring! We hear a thud as Mark's head hits the steel steps. Flynn slowly crawls to the ropes as Mark is laid out on the outside.
Chuck Thompson: OH SHIT! HE PULLED A FAST ONE!
Steve White: What did I tell ya?
The ref looks around and raises his hands as he begins his count:
1!
2!
3!
4!
Mark begins to sit up. His right hand going over his head as he turns his body to the left. At the count of five he begins to lift himself onto the apron.
Chuck Thompson: How is he even moving?
Steve White: Don't ask me!
6!
7!
Mark's figure slowly lifts itself onto the apron. Mike is up and Mark swings at him from the apron as the count is still going on! Mike ducks and he hits Mark with a forearm dazing the big man who is hanging on the apron!
8!
Chuck Thompson: He needs to get in that ring..NOW!
Steve White: Mike knows the count though.
Mark's head slowly lifts up as he comes out of his daze. Mike hits his signature dead zone! The big man falls off the apron and he hits the concrete with a hard thud!
Chuck Thompson: NO WAY!
Steve White: This is epic!
Mark's body begins to twist to try to sit up once again, the veteran Mike Flynn slowly lifting himself up in the ring.
9!
10!
DING! DING! DING!
"Cult of Personality" hits the PA system as Mike Flynn's hand is raised by the ref. Mark is seen lifting himself up on the outside. Mike lifts his other hand and he wipes his bloody nose.
Patricia Downs: Here is your winner, MIKE FLYNN!
Steve White: WAY TO GO FLYNN!
Mike turns and he walks out through the ropes. As he begins his walk back to the backstage area, we fade to a commercial break.
We come back from commercial to the song "No Remorse" by Metallica playing once again. The fans are on their feet, ready for the next match. We come to the announce table where Chuck Thompson and Steve White are getting situated.
Chuck Thompson: Well this next match is going to be a repeat of last weeks confrontation. As the Raven dumb fuck meets the country hillbilly Rocky J. What a dumb match this will be!
Steve White: Now Chuck, that is no way to be on live television. BE POSITIVE!
Someone is talking and all of the sudden gets cut off by a song over the pa system. Shut the fuck up by prise. The fans start to cheer as Raven Trueblood walks out onto the stage. He stands there with a smile on his face as the fans starts chanting over and over again. He walks down the ramp and gets inside the ring as he runs a lap around the ring and then sits in the middle of the ring and waits for his challenger.
Patricia Downs: This match is set for one fall, and is a one on one match! Introducing first, he hails from Lake Land Florida, he weighs in tonight at 180 pounds, and stands at 6 feet and a inch tall. He is none other then Raven Trueblood!
Steve White: Now this guy, proved something to me last week by beating Rocky J.
Chuck Thompson: Well he has to prove he isn't a flash in the past now, Steve. Think he can do that?
"Breaking the Law" comes over the P.A. System, as Rocky J comes out and walks down the ramp and into the ring.
Patrica Downs: Introducing his opponent, he hails from Corpus Christy, Texas. He comes in tonight standing at exactly 6 feet and a inch, and he comes in tonight weighing at 200 pounds! He is your one and only..Rocky J!
Chuck Thompson: Now if there's any point this guy is going to earn my respect, it will be here. If he can stop Raven Trueblood, he may just earn my respect.
Steve White: I don't think that is so important, but whatever floats your boat Chuck.
DING! DING! DING!
Match #3: Raven Trueblood vs. Rocky J
Rocky J and Raven Trueblood tie up in the middle of the ring. Rocky throws Raven into the ropes and Rocky gets put down with a shoulder block from Raven! Raven grins widly and runs back into the ropes. Rocky J jumps forward hitting Raven in the left knee cap! Raven collapses to the mat grabbing his knee in pain.
Steve White: Good way to get Raven down.
Chuck Thompson: Very smart.
Raven slowly gets up, but is taken back down with a chop block. Raven growls out in pain and Rocky slowly stands back up lifting his hands as the ref pushes him back some. As Raven gets back up, Rocky kicks his leg from under him. Raven lands abruptly and he grabs his leg as he tries to turn over. Rocky lifts his hands as the ref comes at him. He grabs Raven by the hair and throws him face first into the turnbuckle! Rocky runs into the ropes but Raven connects with a huge spear! Raven immediatly gets on top of Rocky landing huge blows! The ref begins a count!
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Raven gets off as he looks down at Rocky. He smiles and runs into the ropes catching Rocky with a harsh elbow to the face while Rocky was on his ass. Raven looks around and wraps an arm around Rocky before lifting him up. He lifts Rocky's arm around his head and he lands a pretty hard suplex and looks around with a growing smile on his face.
Chuck Thompson: I don't like this kids smug little grin.
Steve White: Well, he is in control so get used to it Chuck.
Raven begins to lift Rocky up again, and Rocky hits him with a forearm upside his head. This followed by a dropkick to Raven's bad knee! Raven growls and stumbles to one knee! Rocky lands with a running knee strike on Raven! He looks down at Raven for a moment before pulling him toward the ropes and putting his leg on the bottom rope. He jumps up and lands on the leg multiple times. Each time Raven screams out in pain.
Steve White: OH COME ON REF!
Chuck Thompson: This right here is strategy.
Rocky lifts himself up again, but this time Raven kicks him in the ass sending him falling over the top rope and to the floor! Raven groans slowly picking himself up. He springboards toward Rocky going for a springboard crossbody! Rocky moves out of the way and Raven crashes into the crowd barrier!
Steve White: Jesus Christ!
Chuck Thompson: He is out.
Rocky gets in the ring and rolls back out. He slowly lifts the dead weight of Raven and throws him into the ring. Rocky taunts after he enters through the middle rope. He stomps one good time on Raven's injured leg making him scream out in pain. He slowly lifts himself onto the top rope and taunts pointing toward that injured leg!
Chuck Thompson: Now even I have to admit, that may take it to far.
Steve White: He better not do that!
Rocky jumps and Raven raises his opposite foot, catching nothing but jaw! Rocky stumbles back into the ropes and Raven struggles up to his feet on one leg. He lifts Rocky up! Rocky counters the right path and drives his elbow down on Raven's injured leg! Raven screams and Rocky locks in a figure four on the stranded Raven! Raven screams and looks around, as he is no where near the ropes at this point.
Steve White: Oh no! Rocky caught him at the right time!
Chuck Thompson: That's what happens when you let your instincts get the better of you.
Raven falls back to release pressure! 1! 2! 3..NO! Rocky curses and he looks around. The ref leans in talking to Raven who is very close to tapping out. Rocky reaches back pulling himself up using the ropes for leverage! Raven screams in pain and lifts his hand..he doesn't tap! He shakes his head in pain his eyes fully closed.
Steve White: My god this shouldn't be locked in anymore!
Chuck Thompson: Smart move by the drunk hillbilly.
Raven starts to try to grab the ref, but the ref moved back some. The ref looks back and Rocky has let go of the ropes. Then as Raven tries to turn it over Rocky latches back onto the top rope. Raven, no longer having any choice in the matter..taps out.
DING! DING! DING!
"Breaking the Law" hits the pa and Rocky lets go of the top rope. The ref turns looking back at Rocky who is now on his feet. Rocky's hand is lifted as he stares down at Raven who has basically passed out becuase of the pain.
Patricia Downs: Here is your winner, by submission: ROCKY J!
As Rocky slowly turns and exits through the middle ropes, we fade to commercial break.
We come back from a commercial break as the next match is about to get started.
"I Need A Doctor" starts playing over the PA system and Quinton Hughes steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp met with a huge amount of boos from the crowd. He is wearing his usual gangster stuff with bling around his neck. He makes his way down to the ring and goes up the steel steps and stands on the ring apron for a minute before going over the middle rope and into the ring. He shows off on a turnbuckle and then gets down and lets the fans boo him some more.
Patricia Downs: Introducing first, he hails from..
Suddenly Patricia is cut off as Thomas Paine attacks Quinton from behind. Quinton stumbles down to the mat and he looks up only to get met with a big boot! Ariel can be seen walking down the ramp. The ref is motioning for Thomas to stop. Thomas shrugs and wraps his hands around Quintons throat before lifting him up.
Chuck Thompson: FANTASTIC!
Steve White: Stop you twisted fucks!
Aslyum Bomb on Quinton! Thomas lifts his hands and turns before walking out of the ring. The ref looks at Ariel who stands over Quinton and then back at the announcers and everyone at ringside.
DING! DING! DING!
Match #4: Ariel Paine vs. Quinton Hughes
Ariel puts her foot on Quinton's chest and the ref get down, as he didn't have a choice.
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DING! DING! DING!
"Broken Dreams" by Shaman's Harvest hits the PA. Ariel turns and lifts her hands in victory. She gets out of the ring very quickly and she basically runs to the backstage area.
Patricia Downs: Here is your winner... Ariel Paine!
Chuck Thompson: I love it!
Steve White: I still don't get that.
With the scene showing Quinton slowly rolling out of the ring with his hands on his waist, we fade to commercial break.
The scene comes back from a commercial break as The opening riff to "Never Enough" by Five Finger Death Punch blares through the area speakers as the black trench coat, black and red mask wearing form of Sah'ta Thor step out from the back. As the music continues to play he struts arrogantly towards the ring.
Patricia Downs: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a last man standing match! Introducing first, hailing from Unknown, standing at 5 feet and 9 inches tall and weighing in at 175 pounds, he is Sah'ta Thor!
As he walks down to the ring he ignores the fans as he was intent on getting to the ring. Once in the ring he takes of his title and passes it to the time keeper then removes his trench coat to reveal a black t-shirt and jeans combo. His hands were covered with strikers gloves which he raises into the air in an X as a red and black pyros shoot from the ring posts. He lowers his arms and steps back while awaiting his opponent.
"White Trash Millionaire" by Black Stone Cherry then begins to play over the PA system as for a few moments the strobe lights go off and then Eric Cobretti appears on top of the entrance ramp. As soon as he is seen standing up there, the fans boo extremely loudly, not liking the man one single bit. He looks around and just smiles at all of them to piss them off even more before begining to make his way down to the ring.
Patricia Downs: Introducing his opponent, hailing from Denver, Colorado, standing at 6 feet and 2 inches tall and weighing in tonight at 246 pounds, he is Eric "The Cobra" Cobretti!
Eric Cobretti reaches the ring and walks up the steel ring steps. He walks halfway across the ring apron and then stops for a minute, soaking in all of the huge boos he is getting from the crowd. He then goes over the middle rope and into the ring and taunts the fans on each turnbuckle. The fans are still booing him extremely loudly as he jumps down and awaits for the bell in his corner of the ring.
DING DING DING!
Match #5: Sah'ta Thor vs. Eric Cobretti
The match starts off as both Sah'ta Thor and Eric Cobretti go to the center of the ring and lock up. Eric Cobretti gets the upper hand and puts Thor in a headlock, but Thor quickly pushes his way out of it and pushes Eric Cobretti against the ropes. Eric Cobretti comes running back at Thor and Thor picks him up and nails him with a powerslam. Thor then quickly gets back to his feet and Eric Cobretti follows soon after. Both men then start circling each other.
Steve White: A good match we have here tonight. A last man standing match against two men who really don't like each other at all.
Eric Cobretti comes to the center of the ring, thinking the two will tie up again, but instead Sah'ta Thor rushes at him and nails him with a clotheline, knocking Eric Cobretti flat on his back. Sah'ta Thor doesn't give him any time to get back to his feet as he begins to stomp Eric Cobretti repeatedly. After a lot of stomps hitting their marks, Eric Cobretti finally finds the bottom rope and uses it to pull himself out of the ring. The fans boo him for it. Eric Cobretti takes a moment, leaning up against the crowd barrier to catch his breath. As soon as he turns around and faces the ring, Sah'ta Thor launches himself over the top rope and onto Eric Cobretti with a crossbody.
Steve White: These men don't like each other so i was expecting to see some high risk moves in this match. That was one of them.
Chuck Thompson: But the question is was that too early to do?
Sah'ta Thor is the first to get to his feet as the referee begins to count. He gets to the count of 5, but then Eric Cobretti gets to his feet as well. He turns around and is met by a huge dropkick straight to the bottom of the chin by Sah'ta Thor. Eric Cobretti falls back down onto the ground, finding himself looking up at the lights again. Sah'ta Thor gets up and taunts to the fans, having some of them boo him, but most of them cheer him. He then looks under the ring for something to use in the match. A few minutes of shuffeling around under the ring he finally pulls out a table!
Steve White: And now the wood gets involved in the match!
Sah'ta Thor sets the table across from the ring apron to the crowd barrier. As Sah'ta Thor is setting up this table, he doesn't even realize that Eric Cobretti has already gotten to his feet and back into the ring. Sah'ta Thor ducks under the table looking for Eric Cobretti and noticing he isn't there. He then turns to the ring to see if he is in there, and Eric Cobretti does a flip off of the top rope onto Thor, sending both men crashing to the floor outside of the ring!
Steve White: That was awfully close to the table! Luckily Eric Cobretti didn't send himself through it!
Chuck Thompson: That definetly would not have been good for Eric Cobretti if he did that to himself.
Both men lay on the floor as the referee begins to count. 1...2...3...4...5... Eric Cobretti gets to his feet! 6... Sah'ta Thor then gets to his feet as well! Both men are now on their feet and they start throwing haymakers at each other, connecting with half of them. Eric Cobretti then spears Sah'ta Thor into the crowd barrier, breaking a piece of the crowd barrier and sending both men into the front row of fans.
Chuck Thompson: It seems the fans in the front row at all of these EHWF events get their moneys worth for sure.
Eric Cobretti gets to his feet and picks up Sah'ta Thor. He then throws him into the now empty chairs that the front row fans were just sitting in. The chairs in the first 3 rows are now messed up and Eric Cobretti begins picking them up one by one and throwing them as hard as he can at Thor. A few of them connect straight to the head of Sah'ta Thor and a few of them bounce off of his arm as he is trying to deflect them, but they all hit him in some way.
Steve White: Eric Cobretti is just throwing these chairs like they are nothing. Hurting Sah'ta Thor for sure, but is he wasteing a lot of energy doing this?
Eric Cobretti finally decides to stop throwing the chairs at him and walks over to the side of the ring. He lifts up the skirt of the ring and pulls out a ladder! He slides the ladder into the ring and then slides in after it. He sets the ladder up closer to the side of the ring that the table is on. Sah'ta Thor slides into the ring and Eric Cobretti turns around just in time. He nails the Pearl of the Cobra on Sah'ta Thor, leaving him lay in the ring. Eric Cobretti gets out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from ringside and slides back into the ring as the referee begins to count again. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...Sah'ta Thor is getting up! Eric Cobretti doesn't think Sah'ta Thor would get up from the Pearl of the Cobra, but he got the steel chair just in case. Sah'ta Thor turns around and gets blasted in the head by the steel chair!
Steve White: Oh my God! What a chair shot by Cobretti!
The referee begins to count again. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...Sah'ta Thor is getting up again! Eric Cobretti doesn't believe it. Sah'ta Thor gets to his feet and turns around and gets blasted in the head by the steel chair once again! Eric Cobretti then starts beating the steel chair over the back of Sah'ta Thor repeatedly until the chair is nearly bent in half! He then throws the chair out of the ring and leans up against the ladder ordering the referee to count. The referee then begins to argue with Eric Cobretti, wasting precious time.
Chuck Thompson: What is this brain dead referee doing?! He is fucking over Eric Cobretti with every second he chooses to argue with him!
Steve White: I see it as Eric Cobretti is fucking himself over by choosing to argue with the referee when there is really no need to.
The referee and Eric Cobretti keep arguing before Eric Cobretti grabs the referee by the shirt and pushes him into the corner. He gets in his face and tells him one more time to start counting. He lets go of the referee and the referee finally begins to count again. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...Sah'ta Thor is getting back to his feet! Eric Cobretti is pissed! Those moments of Eric Cobretti arguing with the referee finds out to be costly. Eric Cobretti then climbs the ladder and yells down at Thor to bring it. Sah'ta Thor, refusing to back down, with blood trickling down his neck, noticably bleeding under the mask, begins to stagger up the ladder.
Steve White: I don't find this to be a smart move by Sah'ta Thor at all! He is in no shape to be up there!
As soon as he reaches the top, the two men begin punching each other back and fourth, Sah'ta Thor almost falling off the ladder with every punch that connects to his head. They both climb up one more ladder rung, so they are 2 steps away from the top of the ladder. Eric Cobretti then grabs Thor by the throat and throws Thor off of the side of the ladder through the table that is set up outside of the ring! Thor goes crashing through the table and onto the concrete on the outside of the ring and lays motionless and Eric Cobretti at the same time loses his balance atop the ladder and falls onto the ring ropes in an awkward way. Eric Cobretti lays in the ring, kicking his feet and groaning in pain and Sah'ta Thor lays on the outside of the ring, in the middle of a lot of broken wood. The referee begins to count. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...Eric Cobretti staggers to his feet with the help of the ring ropes! Sah'ta Thor is still down, moving only a tiny bit now! 9...10!
DING DING DING!
Patricia Downs: The winner of this match, Eric Cobretti!
"White Trash Millionaire" by Black Stone Cherry plays over the PA system again as the referee goes to raise Eric Cobretti's hand in victory, but Eric Cobretti pulls his hand away from the referee and nails the Pearl of the Cobra on the referee!
Steve White: Hey! He can't do that! That is an official he just attacked!
Eric Cobretti then spits on the referee who is laying motionless in the ring and falls through the ring ropes to the outside of the ring. He staggers his way up the entrance ramp, holding his ribs and the back of his head with his hands. He dissapears through the curtains to the backstage area as more referees and other medical officials come out to help both the referee and Sh'ta Thor, who has no moved out of the broken wood a little bit.
Steve White: Oh my God! What complete carnage we just witnessed here tonight! That match was truly amazing and Sah'ta Thor has no reason to look down on himself for his performance tonight.
Chuck Thompson: It doesn't matter! Yes, he had a good match, but in the end that means jack shit unless he can win that match!
Steve White: I have to disagree with you there, partner.
The medical officials try to help Sah'ta Thor, but he refuses their help and rolls back into the ring. No one is sure why, maybe he thinks the match is still going or maybe he is messed up in the head from the two hard chair shots and the huge fall he took during the match. He uses the ring ropes and staggers to his feet with the fans on their feet cheering him.
Steve White: These fans really do appreciate a good match!
Thor was standing in the middle of the ring, recovering from his match with Cobretti when the video screen at the top of the stage showed a familiar face in Alexander Remington. He was laying flat in a hospital bed; several fluids being pumped into his veins as he was hooked up to several other devices. But that familiar scowl covered his face as he stared at that camera, as though he were peering into the soul of Sah'ta Thor.
Remington: Thor, I bet you think this is all fun and games. You and your band of misfits thought you would plan a little party at my expense last week, and you damn near ended my career in just a few short minutes. Now I'm sitting here in this God forsaken place, listening to doctors who don't know what in the hell they are doing, and it's all because you couldn't handle the fact that despite all of your businesses and despite having an entire empire behind your name, Alexander Remington was still the bright shining light in this dump of a federation. No, it wasn't Thor being talked about, and no, there is not a single person in the crowd who gives a damn about your little Empire of Blood, so when you saw me still standing in the middle of the ring after a great match with Scotty Paine, jealousy reared its ugly head.
With a moan of pain he sat up straight in the bed, closing his eyes as he endured the agony for a moment, finally opening his eyes again.
Remington: But there was just one little problem with your plan Thor. You didn't finish what you started. And sure, you'll spin it into a beautiful fairy tale, shouting to the masses that you wanted to save just enough of me to walk into our Three Tiers of Hell match on October the 28th and beat me within an inch of my life. But we know what last week was all about. We know that you are scared of what you are about to face. You understand that of all the matches that you've ever had in your career; out of all those who made you bleed, made you explode, made you cry out for help - none of them compare to the man you're looking at right now.
He cracked a smile now, shaking his head slowly.
Remington: Before last week, all this was between you and I was two men with giant egos realizing that this place wasn't big enough for the both of us. But now, you've made it personal. Now, I want to take your pathetic excuse of a career and retire you in one single night. Because that's what you tried to do to me, and now I'm going to show you how to complete that process. Understand Thor, that when I end your career, and when the Empire of Blood comes crumbling down at my feet, that you brought all of this upon yourself because of your actions last week. And understand that you are never safe. You are never alone. You're always being watched.
Steve White: What does he mean by...
At that moment all of the lights in the arena turned off, save the few cameras that began to flash in hopes of capturing something. But just as soon as they turned off were they turned on again, and before Thor's feet lay a body bag.
Chuck Thompson: What do you think is in there?
Steve White: Don't you mean who?
Chuck Thompson: I hope not...
Thor looked at the bag with a confused expression on his face, slowly crouching down and unzipping it slowly. Seeing the face of the individual inside, he backed up slowly; the face of confusion now turning into that of complete shock. The cameras panned around to show who it was inside the bag.
Steve White: Oh my God...it's...
Chuck Thompson: That's Thor's oldest daughter, Astryd! Oh my God, Remington didn't...
But soon her eyes opened as she too began to panic, screaming loudly for her father as he kneeled back over her. Remington was no longer on the screen; that had long faded away. But as Thor began to help his fearful daughter out of the bag, the lights turned off again.
Steve White: Not again!
Chuck Thompson: What now!?
The lights flashed back on, and the crowd erupted as the man who once was shown in a hospital stood behind Thor as he was still kneeling beside his daughter. Crutch in hand, Remington cracked a smile as Astryd's face turned into an expression of pure horror as she shouted, pointing behind her father. As soon as Thor had turned around, Remington sent the crutch right into his face, making him crash to the ground. Alexander followed Thor to the ground as he began to repeatedly bash Thor in the face with closed fist after closed fist, not ever relenting despite the cries of Thor's daughter.
Chuck Thompson: Someone needs to stop this!
Steve White: Well no one stopped the Empire of Blood last week. This is retribution at its finest.
Astryd tried to pull Remington off of her father as she tried to compose herself, but he shoved her off, sending her crashing back against the turnbuckle. Realizing that Thor was dazed now, he stood up, realizing that his daughter could pose a problem. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, quickly cuffing Astryd to the turnbuckle so that she couldn't do anything about this. Alex kneeled over Thor again.
Remington: You did this to yourself Thor.
He now picked up Thor, slamming him against the opposite turnbuckles as Astryd looked on, helpless. Remington slid out of the ring, tossing random weapons into the ring, wanting to give Thor a taste of his own medicine. Climbing back in, he now reached for a small bag, pouring the thumbtacks out of the bag and onto the mat. Grabbing Thor by the throat, he kicked him in the stomach, picking him up over his head and slamming him back down into the tacks with a powerbomb.
Steve White: My God, where's the rest of the Empire of Blood when you need them!?
Just then, the monitor atop the stage flashed on, and the members of the Empire of Blood were shown within the locker room, banging on the door as they tried to escape. The camera then panned out to the outside, where a slab of concrete blocks barricaded the door, a man sitting on top of them.
Griffin Hawkins: Now how did these get here?
Sarcastically, Hawkins, Remington's long time friend and former partner, shrugged his shoulders, going back to reading a book, even though it was conveniently upside down.
Steve White: An impromptu visit to the EHWF from the other half of the legendary Hawkington team!
Remington had continued the assault, blood gushing out of Thor's skull as Remington bashed his head in with multiple chair shots, finally resorting to the table. Setting it up, he forced Thor to the top rope. Grabbing him around the throat, Remington fell backwards with Thor, sending both of them crashing through the table with a perfectly executed Cash Flow. Remington slowly rose to his feet, grabbing a microphone.
Remington: Griffin Hawkins ladies and gentlemen!
He cracked a smile as the monitor turned off; the smile turning to a frown.
Remington: Thor, two weeks separate you from the end of your career as you know it. You could have minded your p's and q's, and you could have kept this as a simple championship defense, but you had to involve yourself in matters you never should have gotten yourself into. When the leader of the Empire of Blood is revealed to be a weak pathetic man, and when your followers realize that very fact and turn their back on you, only then will this be over between us. Because you tried to end my career last week; now I'm going to take everything you hold dear to you...
Remington picked up Thor, carrying him to his daughter as he pressed his blood-covered face against hers.
Remington: And I'm going to watch it crumble within my fingertips. Astryd, just know that everything that happens to your father in two weeks is his own doing. Just know that your father is weak and powerless to real men like me. But when you feel disgraced, and when you feel like your own daddy let you down, I will be more than happy to fill that void. I will be that father figure that you always desired. I will, unlike your father, have a backbone; I am not a spineless weak man like he.
Remington laughed as he threw Thor back to the ground, staring coldly at his broken body as Alex's music began to play as Remington mouthed the words "October the 28th, it all ends for you Thor," walking up the stage and exiting to the back. The scene fades to a commercial break.
The scene comes back from a commercial break as the next match is about to begin.
When I quest my flashing sword and my hand takes hold of judgment, I will take vengeance upon mine enemies and I will have paid those who haze me, Oh Lord raise me to thy right hand and count me among thy saints…. “Revenge I Seek” by Bleeding Through continues to blare through the auditorium, in that same moment there is a total blackout followed by a static screen, as a small light enlightens the entrance ramp, a man covered in a Black mantel emerges from behind the curtains, he stands atop the ramp, looking at the ground, he raises his head and removes the hood of the mantel, revealing his white colored braided red striped hair.
Patricia Downs: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a triple threat match and is the main event of the evening! Introducing first, he hails from Dragaria, he stands at 5 feet and 11 inches tall and weighs in at 195 pounds, he is Seraphiel de Valentine!
Usirian stands at the top of the entrance ramp looking out into the darkness that surrounds him, the words "T_H_E__C_U_R_E" are spelled out across the static being displayed across the screen as he starts his walk towards the ring without caring much about the fan reaction seeing how their mostly boo‘s anyways. The Black Mantel is thrown away as soon as the music dies and he slides into the ring sitting on one of the turnbuckles, he can be seen staring towards the entrance ramp waiting for his opponent to come out from behind the curtains.
"Halls Of Illusions" by Insane Clown Posse then begins to play over the PA system as Drake Coleman steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp. He looks around at the thousands of EHWF fans that are half booing and half cheering him. He then throws his fist high into the air and the fans mostly cheer, but some boo him.
Patricia Downs: Introducing his opponent, standing at 7 feet tall and weighing in tonight at 298 pounds, he hails from Charlotte, North Carolina, he is Drake "The Icon" Coleman!
Drake Coleman makes his way down to the ring and reaches up and grabs the top rope. He pulls himself up onto the ring apron and goes over the top rope and into the ring. He then walks over to the side of the ring and throws his fist in the air again as pyro shoots up from the two turnbuckles behind him. He then walks over to his corner and awaits for his final opponent.
"Here Comes the Pain” by Slayer rips out of the PA, as Scotty walks out onto the stage pushing a shopping cart full of hardcore goodies. He stops at the top of the ramp, and strikes a cross-like pose.
Patricia Downs: Introducing their opponent, hailing from The Asylum via White Hills, New Jersey, he stands at 6 feet and `1 inch tall and weighs in at 245 pounds, he is Scotty Paine!
He then continues down the ramp, and pushes the cart up to the side of the ring, and rolls in under the ropes. He pops up to his feet, and flips off his opponent. He rushes over, climbs up to the second turnbuckle, and crosses his arms in an X fashion. He yells out "I put the X, in Xtreme!"
DING DING DING!
Main Event: Seraphiel de Valentine vs. Drake Coleman vs. Scotty Paine
The match starts out as all three men look at each other. For a moment, it looks like Drake Coleman and Seraphiel de Valentine are going to team up and take out Scotty Paine, but then suddenly, Drake Coleman turns on Seraphiel de Valentine and hits him with a thunderous clotheline. Seraphiel de Valentine falls to the ring mat and holds his chest, trying to catch his breath. Drake Coleman then begins stomping Seraphiel de Valentine ferociously until he rolls out of the ring. Drake Coleman then gets out of the ring after him, leaving Scotty Paine all alone in the ring. Drake Coleman picks up Seraphiel de Valentine and smacks his head off of the ring apron. Seraphiel de Valentine throws a few punches at Drake Coleman, but misses on every single one of them. Drake Coleman then knees Seraphiel in the gut. Seraphiel falls down onto one knee and Drake quickly picks him back up. He holds him up for a moment, about to do some sort of move, until Scotty Paine comes launching over the top rope and nails a crossbody on both men. Drake Coleman and Seraphiel de Valentine lay outside of the ring as Scotty Paine jumps back up to his feet and rolls back into the ring and shows off as the crowd cheers.
Steve White: Scotty Paine hitting a high risk manouver in the early going!
Chuck Thompson: Dumb move on his part.
Drake Coleman is the first to get to his feet and he crawls up onto the ring apron, but his foot is grabbed by Seraphiel de Valentine. Drake Coleman kicks off Seraphiel de Valentine and jumps down, nailing a double axe to the skull of Seraphiel de Valentine. Seraphiel falls down and Drake Coleman stomps him a few times before climbing back up onto the ring apron. He stands there and stares at Scotty Paine, who doesn't seem to be intimidated by the big man at all. Drake Coleman goes over the top rope and into the ring and as soon as he does, Scotty Paine runs full speed at him and nails him with a clotheline, sending Drake Coleman back over the top rope and to the outside floor right beside Seraphiel de Valentine. Scotty Paine then showboats in the ring again.
Steve White: Scotty Paine has the advantage in the early going tonight!
Chuck Thompson: Of course he does. Drake Coleman has been doing all the work on Seraphiel de Valentine.
Scotty Paine slides out of the ring as Seraphiel de Valentine gets to his feet. Both men start punching each other, brawling as they slowly make their way up the entrance ramp. Scotty Paine gets the advantage and his a big knee to the gut of Seraphiel de Valentine. Seraphiel falls down onto the ramp on both of his knees and holds his gut, groaning in pain. Scotty Paine then picks him up by the hair and throws him further up the entrance ramp. Scotty Paine punches Seraphiel de Valentine a few more times in the face as they reach the top of the entrance ramp. Scotty Paine picks up Seraphiel de Valentine and powerbombs him hard onto the stage at the top of the entrance ramp. Seraphiel de Valentine rolls around, holding his back, groaning in pain. Scotty Paine looks down at him with a sadistic smile.
Steve White: They have made their way up to the top of the entrance ramp and Scotty Paine looks like he is really wanting to hurt Seraphiel de Valentine.
Scotty Paine picks Seraphiel de Valentine back up and drags him over to the side of the stage. He gets ready to powerbomb Seraphiel de Valentine off of the stage! He picks him up so that Seraphiel de Valentine is sitting on his shoulders and is about to throw him off the stage when Drake Coleman comes out of no where and bull rushes Scotty Paine in the back, sending all three men flying off of the stage and through maintence tables and wires and other crew stuff. All three men lay on the concrete floor gasping for breaths.
Steve White: Holy shit! That was insane! All three men went crashing off of the stage! Ladies and gentlemen, we have to take our final commercial break we will be right back!
The scene then fades to a commercial break.
As the scene comes back from a commercial break, we see that Drake Coleman and Scotty Paine have gotten back to their feet and are now battling down the side of the entrance ramp back towards the ring. Seraphiel de Valentine, on the other hand, is getting medical attention from the paramedics.
Steve White: Seraphiel de Valentine looks like he is done for tonight, maybe for a while. I hope his injuries aren't that serious.
Chuck Thompson: Who gives a shit? He knows what he signed up for. He knew what to expect coming into this match tonight. It is all on him.
Scotty Paine throws Drake Coleman into the ring post and Drake Colemans head smacks off of it. Drake Coleman lays on the ground holding his head and kicking his feet, groans of pain can be heard. Scotty Paine doesn't let him regain his composure as he picks him back up right away, making everyone notice the blood that is flowing from the face of Drake Coleman from the ring post. Scotty Paine then tosses Drake Coleman back into the ring and he is about to get back into the ring himself when he remembers he has a shopping cart full of hardcore weapons. He walks over and picks a few weapons of choice, including at stop sign, a steel chair, a kendo stick, a lead pipe, and a toaster. He throws all of those weapons into the ring and climbs in.
Steve White: What is he doing?! This isn't a hardcore match!
Chuck Thompson: Ahh, but this is a triple threat match. Which means no countouts and no disqualifications! Haha! This is great!
Steve White: It's basically a singles match now! Seraphiel de Valentine is no longer in this match. He was taken away by medical personel.
Chuck Thompson: Regardless, it is scheduled as a triple threat match so that is what it is!
When he gets in the ring, Scotty Paine first picks up the stop sign he tossed in. He waits for Drake Coleman to get back to his feet and once he does and turns around to face Scotty, Scotty swings the stop sign and smacks it right over the head of Drake Coleman, sending Drake back down to the ring mat. A dent is now in the stop sign. Drake Coleman refuses to give up though, as he uses the ring ropes for leverage to get back to his feet. Scotty Paine smacks the stop sign over the back of Drake Coleman twice and Drake Coleman falls back down onto the ring mat. Scotty Paine then throws the stop sign over the top rope to the outside of the ring and goes for a pin on Drake Coleman. 1...2...Drake puts his foot on the bottom rope!
Steve White: Good ring awareness by Drake there, getting his foot up on the bottom rope.
Scotty Paine gets back to his feet and picks up Drake Coleman by the hair. Drake Coleman hits a few good shots to the stomach of Scotty Paine and then breaks from the grasp of Scotty. He kicks Scotty paine in the gut and as Scotty Paine leans over to hold his stomach, Drake Coleman lifts his leg and kicks Scotty Paine in the face. Scotty Paine falls down onto the ring mat holding his face. Drake Coleman leans against the ring ropes for a moment to regain his composure and he then picks up the kendo stick that Scotty Paine tossed into the ring. He walks over to Scotty and starts beating him over the back repeatedly with it until it is splintering and falling apart!
Steve White: Drake Coleman is using Scotty's own weapons against him now!
Drake Coleman then tosses the broken piece of kendo stick out of the ring and walks over to the lead pipe and picks it up. He walks back over to Scotty and smacks him in the back of the head with it. Scotty Paine falls to the ring mat and holds the back of his head, kicking his feet and wincing in pain. Drake Coleman then hits Scotty a few times in the ribs with the lead pipe. Scotty Paine is rolling around in the ring, hurting in many different places now. Blood is noticably coming from the back of his head where the lead pipe hit him. Drake Coleman throws down the lead pipe and picks up the steel chair that was thrown into the ring. He begins to beat Scotty Paine over the back with it repeatedly and then sets it up, a little bent, in the middle of the ring.
Steve White: You know when someone sets up a steel chair in the ring during a wrestling match it is never a good thing.
Chuck Thompson: What are you talking about? It is a great thing! I can't wait to see this chair get put to good use!
He walks over and picks up Scotty Paine. He drags him over to near where the steel chair is set up and picks up Scotty Paine and powerbombs him onto the chair, bending it in a way it is not supposed to be bent. Drake Coleman then kicks the destroyed steel chair into the corner of the ring, out of the way. He then goes for a pin on Scotty Paine, who is holding his back with his face twisted in pain. 1...2...KICKOUT! Scotty Paine somehow kicks out of the pin!
Steve White: Amazing match!
Drake Coleman gets a little bit annoyed. He picks up Scotty Paine and throws him against the ropes. Scotty Paine comes running back at Drake Coleman and Drake goes for a big boot, but Scotty Paine ducks under it and runs against the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. He then comes running back at Drake Coleman and hits a jumping shoulder block on him, sending him and Drake Coleman both falling to the ring mat. Scotty Paine then staggers to his feet, using the ring ropes as leverage, and picks up the toaster he has thrown into the ring. Drake Coleman then staggers to his feet and when he turns around Scotty runs at him with the toaster and smacks it over Drake Colemans head, sending the big man crashing down onto the ring mat.
Steve White: Wow! How much more can either man take!
Scotty Paine then suddenly gets a burst of adrenaline and the crowd begins to cheer extremely loud. He signals for the end and when Drake Coleman gets to his feet, Scotty nails a Feel the Paine on Drake Coleman! Drake Coleman is laying on his back, not moving and just when Scotty Paine goes for the pin, Seraphiel de Valentine comes running back out to the ring! He slides in and grabs the lead pipe and smacks it over Scottys back, making him roll out of the way groaning in pain again.
Steve White: Oh my God! He is here! Amazing!
Chuck Thompson: Dumb if you ask me. He already put his carer in jeopardy once and he is now doing it again!
Seraphiel de Valentine then hits Drake Coleman in the ribs repeatedly with the lead pipe and Drake Coleman rolls out of the ring. Seraphiel de Valentine then gets all pumped up and when he turns around he gets nailed by Scotty Paine with another Feel the Paine! Seraphiel de Valentines stay was short lived as he lays motionless in the ring. Since Drake Coleman is no longer in the ring to pin, Scotty Paine decides to just pin Seraphiel de Valentine instead. 1...2...3!
DING DING DING!
Patricia Downs: The winnr of this match by pinfall, Scotty Paine!
The fans go crazy as they just witnessed a great match and Scotty Paine gets to his feet and gets his hand raised in victory by the referee, some blood still trickling down the back of his neck. He then falls in between the ropes to the outside of the ring and begins to make his way to the backstage area, throwing his fist in the air as he does so.
Steve White: Another amazing main event in EHWF history! Matches like these are exactly why i love this company so damn much!
Chuck Thompson: Love them or hate them, these men and women always come out here and give you fans a great show to watch! I can't wait for next weeks Mayhem!
Steve White: Me either, Chuck! But for now we are out of time! So ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us tonight and we hope to see you again next week live on Mayhem!
The scene then fades out to the EHWF logo as the show ends.