Post by EWA Staff on Feb 2, 2009 19:31:25 GMT -5
[Equilibrium starts with a bang as various explosions rock the stage. Sparks rain down from all sides as "Send the Pain Below" by Chevelle echos throughout all of the speakers. The crowd chants, "E-W-A! E-W-A! E-W-A!" emphatically as the music begins to fade]
Abigail King: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Equilibrium! This is Abigail King and with me, as always, is Alessandro "The Italian Dream" Esposito! What an exciting night we have here, eh Dream?
Alessandro Esposito: Indeed it is, Abby! I can't even begin to express the joy that is radiating through my body! Who knows what could possibly happen? I haven't the faintest idea!
Abigail King: Unfortunately, this evening began on a sour note when it was brought to our attention that the "Bloodbath" battle royal that was supposed to begin the show was canceled by the network as an act of authority in response to their network representative, Chris James, being forced to compete tonight.
Alessandro Esposito: I have to admit, even I find that ridiculous! This is the big event! Why shouldn't he compete? And how do they control what happens on Pay Per View?
Abigail King: Apparently they are important shareholders in the company, Dream. I truly have no information or proof sighting one direction or another. But let's get to the action, shall we?
[The camera cuts to Tina Ford in the center of the ring]
Tina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EWA Women's Championship!
[The crowd begins to cheer wildly in response as "10,000 Fists" by Disturbed begins to pound through the speakers. Sasha walks out onto the stage very calmly and smiles to the crowd. Wasting no time, She begins her walk to the ring, high-fiving fans and signing a few autographs on her way.]
Tina Ford: Introducing first, the challenger, from London, England, weighing in at 160 lbs, Sasha Talouse!
[Sasha slides under the bottom rope and jumps to her feet. She climbs one of the turnbuckles and poses for the fans. She jumps down and does a little shadow boxing to prepare herself for her match. Suddenly all the lights go out]
Tina Ford: And her opponent...
["Crawling" begins to play from the stage, echoing throughout the arena hauntingly. Mist starts to pour out down the ramp and strobe lights flicker from both sides. Phade crawls out onto the stage, appearing from the mist. The Women's Championship dangles around her neck like a necklace. She leaps to her feet and reaches into her bag of tricks. Phade withdraws her hand, throwing it straight up into the air, causing sparks and explosions to break out from all around the stage.]
Tina Ford: ...from the Louisiana Bayou, weighing in at 145 lbs, she is the EWA Women's Champion... Phade!
[Phade slithers down the ramp, swaying from side to side until she slides in to the ring on all fours. She leaps to her feet and runs her fingers through her hair, then raises her arms into the air. Throwing them down in an instant, sparks erupt out of all the ring posts. She moves to the corner in preparation for the match, studying her opponent. Tina Ford steps out of the ring as a referee steps in. The referee holds up the title belt and then signals for the bell. Sasha immediately launches on the offensive with a series of punches]
Abigail King: Here we go! Sasha's wasting little time here!
Alessandro Esposito: What is she doing? This isn't a bar fight!
[Sasha shoves Phade over into the corner and she climbs the turnbuckle, driving punch after punch into the skull of the champion. Just as she's about to reach ten. Phade lifts the challenger up onto her shoulders and steps forward a few feet, before driving her to the mat with a jackknife powerbomb]
Alessandro Esposito: Phade's "throwing the bones" now!
Abigail King: What a powerbomb! That should surely put the match in her favor now!
[Phade dizzily stumbles for a few moments as Sasha twists in mild pain on the mat. Regaining her footing, Phade grabs both of Sasha's legs and starts to twist her over. Sasha tries to struggle and fight back]
Abigail King: It looks like the Champion wants to wrap this one up early. She's trying for the "Phade to Black"!
Alessandro Esposito: Turn her over! Turn her over!
[Phade continues to try and twist, but Sasha uses her leg strength to maintain her position. She reaches up, grabbing Phade by the shoulders and flipping her into a back body drop using only her legs. With the hold broken, Sasha tries to regain her footing]
Abigail King: What a reversal!
[Sasha returns to her feet as Phade uses the ropes to pull herself back up. Sasha kicks out her leg, knocking the Women's Champion into the ropes. She then springboards off of the opposite ropes and drives a knee into the back of Phade's head. Phade springs right off the ropes, stumbling backwards. At that point, Sasha scoops Phade up onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry]
Abigail King: Wait a minute! Could this be "London Calling"?
Alessandro Esposito: No! It can't end like this!
[Just as Sasha Talouse prepares to drop Phade onto her knee, the Voodoo Queen twists around into a swinging DDT, planting Sasha on her head. Phade kicks up to her feet and runs up to the ropes, bouncing off of the second rope into a backwards moonsault. She crashes down on Sasha violently]
Alessandro Esposito: Phade Away! This has to be over!
[Phade makes the cover]
Referee: 1! 2!
[Sasha kicks out instinctively. In frustration, Phade pounds the mat. Sasha pushes herself back to her feet. Phade immediately grabs her arm and forcefully irish whips her into the corner and directly into the referee! Both Sasha and the ref collapse to the mat.]
Abigail King: The referee's been knocked out!
Alessandro Esposito: Phade! This is your chance!
[Sensing the opportunity, Phade immediately rolls out of the ring. She wanders over to the timekeeper's table and grabs the Women's Championship. Rolling back into the ring, she grabs the title with both hands and stands in wait over Sasha, who is pulling herself up on the ropes. Just as Sasha makes it to her feet and begins to turn around. Phade swings at her with the title belt. Ducking under the shot, Sasha quickly kicks Phade in the gut. Hunching over, the Women's Champion drops the title onto the mat. Sasha grabs Phade and prepares to do a neckbreaker. Before she can execute the move, the Voodoo Queen twists around, kicks Sasha in the stomach and executes a front facelock cutter right onto the belt!]
Abigail King: Twist of Phade! Right onto the title belt! Damnit all!
Alessandro Esposito: Wake up, ref! Cover her, Phade!
[Phade knocks the title out of the ring before grabbing the dazed referee and pulling him over to the fallen Sasha. Phade makes the cover]
Referee: 1... 2... 3...!
[The bell rings]
Abigail King: Damnit! Damnit! Phade steals the title once again!
["Crawling" begins to play again as the referee delivers the title to Phade, who kneels in the ring, laughing maniacally over the fallen Sasha. She clutches the title to her chest before raising it in the air]
Alessandro Esposito: Phade remains the Women's Champion! I knew she could do it!
[Boos can be heard echoing throughout the arena as the Women's Champion celebrates, slithering her way back up the ramp, the title over her head. The camera cuts to the backstage area where Donzig is seen stalking through the hallway, the EWA Extreme Championship slung over his shoulder. The camera follows from behind as he starts to turn a corner. He stops suddenly]
Donzig: Who the f*ck are you? What's with the mask, freak job?
Voice: The times are changing, Donzig. Where will you be when it arrives?
Donzig: What the shit are you talking about?
Voice: Tick... tock... tick... tock...
[Suddenly, a black gloved hand reaches out and grabs Donzig. Some commotion is heard including the smashing of glass. The camera quickly runs around the corner to see Donzig, crumpled over the window's edge of the trainer's room. The lights flicker on and off. Over him, the Extreme Championship is draped, but the surface of the belt has the Roman Numerals "XIII" written across it's surface in blood. The camera cuts to the ring again where Randy Roko and Xavier Serikaz stand, preparing for their match. Tina Ford stands with the microphone at the ready]
Tina Ford: The following is a triple threat Extreme Rules Match and it is for the EWA Extreme Championship! In the ring at this time, hailing from Irvine, Scotland, weighing in at 212 lbs, Randy "Ripper" Roko!
[The crowd cheers as Randy raises his arm into the air]
Tina Ford: Also standing in the ring, weighing 230 lbs, he hails from St. Paul, Minnesota, Xavier Serikaz!
[X raises both arms, nodding with a grin to the crowd who cheers him on. Randy and Xavier both look to the stage]
Tina Ford: And last, but not least, the Champion...
[Tina is interrupted as "96 Quite Bitter Beings" begins to play. Nicolas Griffin casually steps out onto the stage, his hand held up]
Griff: Stop righ' there, Tina! This match will no' be takin' place 'ere t'night!
[The crowd's boos are almost explosive as they respond with fervor to Griff's declaration]
Griff: It seems someone saw fit t' attack th' 'ardcore Incarnate backstage an' now 'e is unable t' compete! I will no' be 'avin' this match take place without 'im! Tha's the end of it.
[Griff turns around angrily and stalks off the stage]
Abigail King: Well, it appears this match has been cancelled.
Alessandro Esposito: Well, I couldn't agree more, Abby! A damn shame for sure, but if Donzig can't compete, then he can't defend. Another brilliant decree by the General Manager, if you ask me.
Abigail King: Of course you would say that.
[The camera cuts to the backstage area where Donzig is being pulled out on a stretcher. Doomsday stands nearby, watching over the events carefully. Griff enters the frame, a furious expression on his face]
Griff: I wan' t' know who did this!
Doomsday: Relax, Griffin, we've still got a show to finish.
Griff: This stinks o' the network! They already 'ave taken one match out, why not another? Ye know wha' t' do, Doomsday. Ye make sure tha' Chris James can' stand after this, ye 'ear me?
Doomsday: Don't worry, Nick, I've got everything under control. However, I need some time to prepare...
Griff: Ye got it. This show's already goin' t' 'ell as it is, who cares about a few more changes?
[Griff stalks out of frame as Doomsday smiles menacingly before stepping out in the opposite direction. The camera cuts back to the ring. Tina Ford stands in the center once again]
Tina Ford: The following match is set for one fall and it is for the EWA World Heavyweight Championship!
[The lights all go out and "Not Falling" by Mudvayne starts to play. The camera begins to sweep frantically over the crowd before centering on Lokee. He moves swiftly through the crowd and jumps over the security rail. After posing for a moment, he slides under the ropes and into the ring]
Tina Ford: Entering the ring at this time, the special guest referee, Lokee!
[Lokee hops up and down with childlike enthusiasm as he rubs his hands together. He then gestures to Tina Ford to "keep it rolling". She shudders slightly with some annoyance and fear as she moves on]
Tina Ford: Now entering first, the challenger...
["Flush" by Brian Welch hits the Titantron as the fans stand onto their feet, cheering. Freakazoid walks into the arena with a very [...BLEEP...]y smile. He punches his chest and raises his arm. Fireworks shoot up.]
Tina Ford: ...weighing in at 350 lbs, he hails from Grimsby, England... Freakazoid!
[Freakazoid walks down to the ring. He rolls into the ring and climbs to the second rope of a turnbuckle. Freakazoid punches his chest and holds an arm up. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and awaits his opponent.]
Tina Ford: And his opponent...
["Falling Away From Me" begins to hauntingly echo through the speakers as the lights drop to black. Mist rolls out the entryway and purple lights flicker throughout the auditorium. Just as the music kicks in, lightning strikes the stage and the ring posts. The Voodoo King stalks onto the stage and down the entrance ramp without hesitation. He drags the EWA World Heavyweight Championship behind him.]
Tina Ford: ...weighing in at approximately 400 lbs, he is the EWA World Heavyweight Champion, the Voodoo King!
[Once the Voodoo King reaches the ring apron, he tosses the belt over the ropes and reaches up, grabbing the top rope with both hands. He pulls himself over the top rope and into the ring. Moving to the center of the ring, he starts shaking his head uncontrollably. When it becomes unbearable, he screams out, collapsing to one knee and slamming both of his fists on the mat. As his howl echoes through the arena the lights fade up. The Voodoo King rises to his feet, staring into the eyes of Freakazoid. The referee raises the World Title above his head before calling for the bell. Immediately, the Voodoo King grabs Freakazoid by the throat and raises him into the air]
Alessandro Esposito: Bing bang boom! This one is over!
Abigail King: Don't count him out yet, Dream!
[Freakazoid throws a flurry of fists into the masked head of the Voodoo King, causing him to lose his grip and drop Freakazoid. Freakazoid bounces off the ropes and throws himself into the Voodoo King, who simply stands solidly against him. Freakazoid tries again with the same outcome. Trying a new strategy, Freakazoid grabs the Voodoo King and whips him off the ropes, delivering a big boot to the chest of the Champion, knocking him down to the mat. The crowd hoots and hollers in great excitement as the Voodoo King is taken off his feet. Freakazoid lifts both arms into the air, allowing the fans to cheer louder. Behind him, the Voodoo King sits up rigidly. Freakazoid turns and attempts to kick the sitting Champion. The Voodoo King grabs his leg and swings him over, smashing him to the mat. The Voodoo King maintains his grip as he rises to his feet. Using Freakazoid's leg, he lifts him up onto his shoulders]
Abigail King: Look at the strength!
[The Voodoo King slams the Freak Show down onto the mat hard once again, causing the whole ring to shake violently. This time, the Voodoo King releases his grip, leaving Freak collapsed in a heap. VDK moves toward the ropes, bouncing off of them heavily. He prepares for a sitting leg drop, but Freakazoid moves out of the way. Freakazoid gets to his feet, as does the Voodoo King. They lock up in a grapple. VDK tries to force Freak one way. Freakazoid pushes the Voodoo King back into the corner. The Freak Show punches VDK in the head several times, temporarily stunning him. He then moves a few feet away and runs into him with a powerful spear. Freakazoid recovers, then backs up and prepares for it again]
Abigail King: Freakazoid's setting up for another powerful spear!
[Freak lines up, charges in, but this time the Voodoo King moves out of the way, causing Freakazoid to crash into the corner post with his shoulder! Freak's face is a mask of pain. The Voodoo King stumbles slightly in the ring, dropping down to a knee as he tries to recover. VDK rolls out of the ring slowly, moving over to Freakazoid, who is still stuck in the corner. Grabbing an arm, the Voodoo King slams it against the post time and time again. Lokee stands over in one corner, examining his nails and whistling. VDK slams Freak's arm into the post again, causing him to scream out in agony. VDK then grabs both of Freak's arms, preparing to pull him into the cornerpost once again. This time, Freak uses all of his strength to pull VDK into the post instead! The Champ's head crashes off the corner post, sending him reeling off at ringside. Freak drops back from the turnbuckles, grabbing the injured arm in anguish.]
Abigail King: It looks like the challenger has hurt his arm!
Alessandro Esposito: That isn't the only thing that will be hurting by the time this night is over!
[Alessandro's giddy laughter can be heard as VDK gets back to his feet and climbs back onto the ring apron. This time, he is greeted with a clothesline by Freakazoid, that drops him back off to ringside. Freakazoid grabs his arm again]
Abigail King: That is a critical injury for Freakazoid, he favors that arm quite a bit, especially for his powerbomb!
Alessandro Esposito: He should just quit now and save himself the trouble!
[The Voodoo King rolls into the ring beneath the bottom rope. Freakazoid immediately tries stomping on him several times. Then, as he reaches over to grab the Voodoo King's head, he receives a thrust to the throat, knocking him backwards. The Voodoo King sits up again, his eyes filled with rage. He approaches Freakazoid, wrapping both of his arms around Freak's midsection, lifting him up into a bear hug]
Abigail King: The Voodoo King has "The Trial" locked in! This could only end poorly for the Freak Show!
Alessandro Esposito: Squeeze the life out of him!
[As Freakazoid begins to fade, Lokee takes notice of the match in front of him, he looks Freak over once]
Lokee: Done yet?
[Freakazoid stirs, but continues to fade]
Lokee: How 'bout now?
[Freakazoid suddenly becomes invigorated once again. Lokee rolls his eyes]
Lokee: C'mon, guys! This is getting boring!
[Freakazoid pounds angrily on VDK's back, struggling against his grip. The Champ attempts to maintain his grip, but fails as he releases Freak. Freakazoid punches him in the face several times before grabbing him with a hand choke with his offhand. The Voodoo King grabs his wrist and starts to force his hand away. With lightning reflexes, Freakazoid kicks VDK in the stomach, doubling him over. He then thrusts the champ's head in between his legs. The crowd cheers wildly as through absolute pain and agony, Freakazoid lifts the Voodoo King up onto his shoulders and drops him with a ferocious powerbomb!]
Abigail King: Freaky Look Powerbomb! Freaky Look Powerbomb!
[Freakazoid weakly covers the Voodoo King. Lokee, with a look of excitement flashing in his eyes, drops to the mat]
Lokee: Uno! Dos! Tres!
[The bell rings as "Flush" hits the speakers once again. Freakazoid falls back onto his heels in victory and relief as the title belt is forced into his waiting grip by Lokee. The guest referee then grabs Freakazoid's bad arm and lifts it into the air, causing Freak to wince in pain. Lokee gingerly releases the arm with a weak smile before vanishing into thin air.]
Abigail King: Freakazoid's done it! He's the new world champion!
Alessandro Esposito: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
[The crowd chants "Freak-a-zoid! Freak-a-zoid!" as they cheer wildly! Freakazoid drapes the belt over his weak arm before pounding his chest and raising his fist into the air. Confetti rains down from the rafters as the crowd celebrates with the newly crowned champion! Freakazoid moves out into the crowd to celebrate with the fans. He slowly moves his way out of the arena as the chants continue. The scene cuts to the backstage area where Chris James talks on a cell phone]
Chris James: Don't worry, it all ends here tonight, one way or another. After I put down Doomsday, we can end this pathetic program. Don't worry, I've got it handled. Just make sure things go smoothly on your end.
[Chris hangs up the phone and rises, leaving the locker room. The scene cuts back to the ring. Tina Ford stands in the center.]
Tina Ford: The following is our no-holds-barred main event! The loser of the match will be fired. Introducing first...
[No music plays as the WMPX logo appears on the screen. Chris James walks out onto the stage, his arms held out from his sides as a chorus of boos rains down. He simply takes it all in with joy, a smile plastered across his face. He reaches into his coat pocket and produces a microphone]
Chris James: Ladies and gentlemen, if I can have your attention. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but after tonight, when I stand victorious in that very ring, all EWA programming will be cancelled!
[The crowds boos become even more violent. The camera cuts to several fans who look stunned and shocked. Some of them scream out "No!" or "It can't be!". A chant starts to echo through the crowd. "F*ck you, James!" followed by a series of claps. Then it repeats. Chris scowls at the crowd before regaining his composure]
Chris James: There's nothing you can do about it. Like it or not, this is all that's left. In the end, the network will always win. So get used to it!
[Chris laughs as he lowers the microphone. Without warning, Doomsday runs in from the backstage area and clubs James from behind with a steel pipe, causing him to fall face first on the stage. Picking up the fallen microphone, Doomsday simply smiles]
Doomsday: If you want Armageddon, so be it.
[The crowd, slightly confused by the statement, actually cheers for the Psychological Assassin as he clubs Chris over the back with the steel pipe. Reaching down, he grabs James and lifts him to his feet, throwing him back through the curtain. The camera cuts to the backstage area, where a bloodied Chris James stumbles through. The pipe shot to the head having broken the skin. Doomsday stalks after, pipe still in hand. This time, he flings it at Chris, hitting him in the back of the knee, causing him to fall prone. Chris tries to crawl away frantically as Doomsday gives chase. Doom suddenly lines up and punts Chris directly in the ribs. A slight crack is heard, causing an exasperated gasp to escape James' lips. Doomsday moves over to a group of nearby EMTs and shoves them out of the way, grabbing a stretcher. He then launches the stretcher at CJ, making it slam into the side of him. Doomsday stalks over, lifting James to his feet. He then lays him on top of the stretcher and secures all the straps. Chris tries to struggle, but is unable to do so. Doomsday wheels the stretcher up into the ambulance. Closing the doors, he moves over to the driver's side. He opens it forcefully, yanking the driver out before climbing in.]
Abigail King: This is an absolute massacre! Someone has to stop this!
[The ambulance peels off, out of the backstage area. The camera then cuts to outside of the arena, where the ambulance crashes through the garage door and begins speeding out into the parking lot. The tires squeal as they round a corner and the ambulance comes to a stop, facing a wall. The engine revs]
Abigail King: No... He can't...
[Suddenly, the ambulance launches forward at unbelievable speed and crashes into the wall of the arena]
Abigail King: Oh my god!
[The front of the vehicle crumples against the hard stone surface and smoke immediately pours out from beneath the hood. Moments pass before the driver's door opens. Doomsday staggers out, blood dripping from his own head. A sadistic smile covers his face as he begins moving away from the vehicle. After moving about one hundred yards away, he reaches into his own coat pocket and pulls out a small device. He presses a button on the device and the ambulance behind him EXPLODES! With the flames lighting him from behind, Doomsday simply stops in his tracks]
Doomsday: Chris James... you're fired.
[Doomsday then continues to walk off screen. The scene cuts to the General Manager's office, where Nicolas Griffin sits at the desk, grinning from ear to ear, staring at a monitor where the burning ambulance can be seen. Nothing can be heard but complete silence. A moment passes before the phone rings. Griffin picks up the receiver]
Griff: 'ello?
Voice: Now, the twelfth hour ends...
Griff: {a confused look crossing his face} What the f*ck are ye talkin' about?
[The caller hangs up, leaving only the dial tone. Slowly, the door opens and a silhouette is cast across the room. Griff looks up angrily as he slams the phone down. Recognizing the figure, he frowns]
Griff: Wha' the 'ell d' ye want?
[Suddenly a gunshot is heard and blood sprays out of Griff's chest. It is followed by several more shots, ripping holes throughout the General Manager's torso. The camera slowly pans around to reveal Laci Giminano standing in the doorway, a smoking gun in hand. She steps over to the desk, picking up the phone and dialing.]
Laci Giminano: It's done.
[She hangs up the phone and walks out of the room. The camera remains fixed on the blood-spattered monitor, where a white-masked man comes into frame. A black goatee frames the mask's lips]
Masked Man: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Some of the images you have seen may be startling or even frightening. Don't worry, they are simply illusions. Confusing, though they may be, they are only the fading ghosts of the twelfth hour, passing into history. Now, the curtain is being drawn back and the Thirteenth Hour is about to begin. So I ask you this, where will you be when it does?
[The masked man's image is replaced with that of a ticking clock. Instead of a twelve at the top, it is a thirteen. The seconds continue to tick as the minute hand sits on the 59, waiting to move forward. The screen then goes to static]
The End
Abigail King: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Equilibrium! This is Abigail King and with me, as always, is Alessandro "The Italian Dream" Esposito! What an exciting night we have here, eh Dream?
Alessandro Esposito: Indeed it is, Abby! I can't even begin to express the joy that is radiating through my body! Who knows what could possibly happen? I haven't the faintest idea!
Abigail King: Unfortunately, this evening began on a sour note when it was brought to our attention that the "Bloodbath" battle royal that was supposed to begin the show was canceled by the network as an act of authority in response to their network representative, Chris James, being forced to compete tonight.
Alessandro Esposito: I have to admit, even I find that ridiculous! This is the big event! Why shouldn't he compete? And how do they control what happens on Pay Per View?
Abigail King: Apparently they are important shareholders in the company, Dream. I truly have no information or proof sighting one direction or another. But let's get to the action, shall we?
[The camera cuts to Tina Ford in the center of the ring]
Tina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EWA Women's Championship!
[The crowd begins to cheer wildly in response as "10,000 Fists" by Disturbed begins to pound through the speakers. Sasha walks out onto the stage very calmly and smiles to the crowd. Wasting no time, She begins her walk to the ring, high-fiving fans and signing a few autographs on her way.]
Tina Ford: Introducing first, the challenger, from London, England, weighing in at 160 lbs, Sasha Talouse!
[Sasha slides under the bottom rope and jumps to her feet. She climbs one of the turnbuckles and poses for the fans. She jumps down and does a little shadow boxing to prepare herself for her match. Suddenly all the lights go out]
Tina Ford: And her opponent...
["Crawling" begins to play from the stage, echoing throughout the arena hauntingly. Mist starts to pour out down the ramp and strobe lights flicker from both sides. Phade crawls out onto the stage, appearing from the mist. The Women's Championship dangles around her neck like a necklace. She leaps to her feet and reaches into her bag of tricks. Phade withdraws her hand, throwing it straight up into the air, causing sparks and explosions to break out from all around the stage.]
Tina Ford: ...from the Louisiana Bayou, weighing in at 145 lbs, she is the EWA Women's Champion... Phade!
[Phade slithers down the ramp, swaying from side to side until she slides in to the ring on all fours. She leaps to her feet and runs her fingers through her hair, then raises her arms into the air. Throwing them down in an instant, sparks erupt out of all the ring posts. She moves to the corner in preparation for the match, studying her opponent. Tina Ford steps out of the ring as a referee steps in. The referee holds up the title belt and then signals for the bell. Sasha immediately launches on the offensive with a series of punches]
Abigail King: Here we go! Sasha's wasting little time here!
Alessandro Esposito: What is she doing? This isn't a bar fight!
[Sasha shoves Phade over into the corner and she climbs the turnbuckle, driving punch after punch into the skull of the champion. Just as she's about to reach ten. Phade lifts the challenger up onto her shoulders and steps forward a few feet, before driving her to the mat with a jackknife powerbomb]
Alessandro Esposito: Phade's "throwing the bones" now!
Abigail King: What a powerbomb! That should surely put the match in her favor now!
[Phade dizzily stumbles for a few moments as Sasha twists in mild pain on the mat. Regaining her footing, Phade grabs both of Sasha's legs and starts to twist her over. Sasha tries to struggle and fight back]
Abigail King: It looks like the Champion wants to wrap this one up early. She's trying for the "Phade to Black"!
Alessandro Esposito: Turn her over! Turn her over!
[Phade continues to try and twist, but Sasha uses her leg strength to maintain her position. She reaches up, grabbing Phade by the shoulders and flipping her into a back body drop using only her legs. With the hold broken, Sasha tries to regain her footing]
Abigail King: What a reversal!
[Sasha returns to her feet as Phade uses the ropes to pull herself back up. Sasha kicks out her leg, knocking the Women's Champion into the ropes. She then springboards off of the opposite ropes and drives a knee into the back of Phade's head. Phade springs right off the ropes, stumbling backwards. At that point, Sasha scoops Phade up onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry]
Abigail King: Wait a minute! Could this be "London Calling"?
Alessandro Esposito: No! It can't end like this!
[Just as Sasha Talouse prepares to drop Phade onto her knee, the Voodoo Queen twists around into a swinging DDT, planting Sasha on her head. Phade kicks up to her feet and runs up to the ropes, bouncing off of the second rope into a backwards moonsault. She crashes down on Sasha violently]
Alessandro Esposito: Phade Away! This has to be over!
[Phade makes the cover]
Referee: 1! 2!
[Sasha kicks out instinctively. In frustration, Phade pounds the mat. Sasha pushes herself back to her feet. Phade immediately grabs her arm and forcefully irish whips her into the corner and directly into the referee! Both Sasha and the ref collapse to the mat.]
Abigail King: The referee's been knocked out!
Alessandro Esposito: Phade! This is your chance!
[Sensing the opportunity, Phade immediately rolls out of the ring. She wanders over to the timekeeper's table and grabs the Women's Championship. Rolling back into the ring, she grabs the title with both hands and stands in wait over Sasha, who is pulling herself up on the ropes. Just as Sasha makes it to her feet and begins to turn around. Phade swings at her with the title belt. Ducking under the shot, Sasha quickly kicks Phade in the gut. Hunching over, the Women's Champion drops the title onto the mat. Sasha grabs Phade and prepares to do a neckbreaker. Before she can execute the move, the Voodoo Queen twists around, kicks Sasha in the stomach and executes a front facelock cutter right onto the belt!]
Abigail King: Twist of Phade! Right onto the title belt! Damnit all!
Alessandro Esposito: Wake up, ref! Cover her, Phade!
[Phade knocks the title out of the ring before grabbing the dazed referee and pulling him over to the fallen Sasha. Phade makes the cover]
Referee: 1... 2... 3...!
[The bell rings]
Abigail King: Damnit! Damnit! Phade steals the title once again!
["Crawling" begins to play again as the referee delivers the title to Phade, who kneels in the ring, laughing maniacally over the fallen Sasha. She clutches the title to her chest before raising it in the air]
Alessandro Esposito: Phade remains the Women's Champion! I knew she could do it!
[Boos can be heard echoing throughout the arena as the Women's Champion celebrates, slithering her way back up the ramp, the title over her head. The camera cuts to the backstage area where Donzig is seen stalking through the hallway, the EWA Extreme Championship slung over his shoulder. The camera follows from behind as he starts to turn a corner. He stops suddenly]
Donzig: Who the f*ck are you? What's with the mask, freak job?
Voice: The times are changing, Donzig. Where will you be when it arrives?
Donzig: What the shit are you talking about?
Voice: Tick... tock... tick... tock...
[Suddenly, a black gloved hand reaches out and grabs Donzig. Some commotion is heard including the smashing of glass. The camera quickly runs around the corner to see Donzig, crumpled over the window's edge of the trainer's room. The lights flicker on and off. Over him, the Extreme Championship is draped, but the surface of the belt has the Roman Numerals "XIII" written across it's surface in blood. The camera cuts to the ring again where Randy Roko and Xavier Serikaz stand, preparing for their match. Tina Ford stands with the microphone at the ready]
Tina Ford: The following is a triple threat Extreme Rules Match and it is for the EWA Extreme Championship! In the ring at this time, hailing from Irvine, Scotland, weighing in at 212 lbs, Randy "Ripper" Roko!
[The crowd cheers as Randy raises his arm into the air]
Tina Ford: Also standing in the ring, weighing 230 lbs, he hails from St. Paul, Minnesota, Xavier Serikaz!
[X raises both arms, nodding with a grin to the crowd who cheers him on. Randy and Xavier both look to the stage]
Tina Ford: And last, but not least, the Champion...
[Tina is interrupted as "96 Quite Bitter Beings" begins to play. Nicolas Griffin casually steps out onto the stage, his hand held up]
Griff: Stop righ' there, Tina! This match will no' be takin' place 'ere t'night!
[The crowd's boos are almost explosive as they respond with fervor to Griff's declaration]
Griff: It seems someone saw fit t' attack th' 'ardcore Incarnate backstage an' now 'e is unable t' compete! I will no' be 'avin' this match take place without 'im! Tha's the end of it.
[Griff turns around angrily and stalks off the stage]
Abigail King: Well, it appears this match has been cancelled.
Alessandro Esposito: Well, I couldn't agree more, Abby! A damn shame for sure, but if Donzig can't compete, then he can't defend. Another brilliant decree by the General Manager, if you ask me.
Abigail King: Of course you would say that.
[The camera cuts to the backstage area where Donzig is being pulled out on a stretcher. Doomsday stands nearby, watching over the events carefully. Griff enters the frame, a furious expression on his face]
Griff: I wan' t' know who did this!
Doomsday: Relax, Griffin, we've still got a show to finish.
Griff: This stinks o' the network! They already 'ave taken one match out, why not another? Ye know wha' t' do, Doomsday. Ye make sure tha' Chris James can' stand after this, ye 'ear me?
Doomsday: Don't worry, Nick, I've got everything under control. However, I need some time to prepare...
Griff: Ye got it. This show's already goin' t' 'ell as it is, who cares about a few more changes?
[Griff stalks out of frame as Doomsday smiles menacingly before stepping out in the opposite direction. The camera cuts back to the ring. Tina Ford stands in the center once again]
Tina Ford: The following match is set for one fall and it is for the EWA World Heavyweight Championship!
[The lights all go out and "Not Falling" by Mudvayne starts to play. The camera begins to sweep frantically over the crowd before centering on Lokee. He moves swiftly through the crowd and jumps over the security rail. After posing for a moment, he slides under the ropes and into the ring]
Tina Ford: Entering the ring at this time, the special guest referee, Lokee!
[Lokee hops up and down with childlike enthusiasm as he rubs his hands together. He then gestures to Tina Ford to "keep it rolling". She shudders slightly with some annoyance and fear as she moves on]
Tina Ford: Now entering first, the challenger...
["Flush" by Brian Welch hits the Titantron as the fans stand onto their feet, cheering. Freakazoid walks into the arena with a very [...BLEEP...]y smile. He punches his chest and raises his arm. Fireworks shoot up.]
Tina Ford: ...weighing in at 350 lbs, he hails from Grimsby, England... Freakazoid!
[Freakazoid walks down to the ring. He rolls into the ring and climbs to the second rope of a turnbuckle. Freakazoid punches his chest and holds an arm up. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and awaits his opponent.]
Tina Ford: And his opponent...
["Falling Away From Me" begins to hauntingly echo through the speakers as the lights drop to black. Mist rolls out the entryway and purple lights flicker throughout the auditorium. Just as the music kicks in, lightning strikes the stage and the ring posts. The Voodoo King stalks onto the stage and down the entrance ramp without hesitation. He drags the EWA World Heavyweight Championship behind him.]
Tina Ford: ...weighing in at approximately 400 lbs, he is the EWA World Heavyweight Champion, the Voodoo King!
[Once the Voodoo King reaches the ring apron, he tosses the belt over the ropes and reaches up, grabbing the top rope with both hands. He pulls himself over the top rope and into the ring. Moving to the center of the ring, he starts shaking his head uncontrollably. When it becomes unbearable, he screams out, collapsing to one knee and slamming both of his fists on the mat. As his howl echoes through the arena the lights fade up. The Voodoo King rises to his feet, staring into the eyes of Freakazoid. The referee raises the World Title above his head before calling for the bell. Immediately, the Voodoo King grabs Freakazoid by the throat and raises him into the air]
Alessandro Esposito: Bing bang boom! This one is over!
Abigail King: Don't count him out yet, Dream!
[Freakazoid throws a flurry of fists into the masked head of the Voodoo King, causing him to lose his grip and drop Freakazoid. Freakazoid bounces off the ropes and throws himself into the Voodoo King, who simply stands solidly against him. Freakazoid tries again with the same outcome. Trying a new strategy, Freakazoid grabs the Voodoo King and whips him off the ropes, delivering a big boot to the chest of the Champion, knocking him down to the mat. The crowd hoots and hollers in great excitement as the Voodoo King is taken off his feet. Freakazoid lifts both arms into the air, allowing the fans to cheer louder. Behind him, the Voodoo King sits up rigidly. Freakazoid turns and attempts to kick the sitting Champion. The Voodoo King grabs his leg and swings him over, smashing him to the mat. The Voodoo King maintains his grip as he rises to his feet. Using Freakazoid's leg, he lifts him up onto his shoulders]
Abigail King: Look at the strength!
[The Voodoo King slams the Freak Show down onto the mat hard once again, causing the whole ring to shake violently. This time, the Voodoo King releases his grip, leaving Freak collapsed in a heap. VDK moves toward the ropes, bouncing off of them heavily. He prepares for a sitting leg drop, but Freakazoid moves out of the way. Freakazoid gets to his feet, as does the Voodoo King. They lock up in a grapple. VDK tries to force Freak one way. Freakazoid pushes the Voodoo King back into the corner. The Freak Show punches VDK in the head several times, temporarily stunning him. He then moves a few feet away and runs into him with a powerful spear. Freakazoid recovers, then backs up and prepares for it again]
Abigail King: Freakazoid's setting up for another powerful spear!
[Freak lines up, charges in, but this time the Voodoo King moves out of the way, causing Freakazoid to crash into the corner post with his shoulder! Freak's face is a mask of pain. The Voodoo King stumbles slightly in the ring, dropping down to a knee as he tries to recover. VDK rolls out of the ring slowly, moving over to Freakazoid, who is still stuck in the corner. Grabbing an arm, the Voodoo King slams it against the post time and time again. Lokee stands over in one corner, examining his nails and whistling. VDK slams Freak's arm into the post again, causing him to scream out in agony. VDK then grabs both of Freak's arms, preparing to pull him into the cornerpost once again. This time, Freak uses all of his strength to pull VDK into the post instead! The Champ's head crashes off the corner post, sending him reeling off at ringside. Freak drops back from the turnbuckles, grabbing the injured arm in anguish.]
Abigail King: It looks like the challenger has hurt his arm!
Alessandro Esposito: That isn't the only thing that will be hurting by the time this night is over!
[Alessandro's giddy laughter can be heard as VDK gets back to his feet and climbs back onto the ring apron. This time, he is greeted with a clothesline by Freakazoid, that drops him back off to ringside. Freakazoid grabs his arm again]
Abigail King: That is a critical injury for Freakazoid, he favors that arm quite a bit, especially for his powerbomb!
Alessandro Esposito: He should just quit now and save himself the trouble!
[The Voodoo King rolls into the ring beneath the bottom rope. Freakazoid immediately tries stomping on him several times. Then, as he reaches over to grab the Voodoo King's head, he receives a thrust to the throat, knocking him backwards. The Voodoo King sits up again, his eyes filled with rage. He approaches Freakazoid, wrapping both of his arms around Freak's midsection, lifting him up into a bear hug]
Abigail King: The Voodoo King has "The Trial" locked in! This could only end poorly for the Freak Show!
Alessandro Esposito: Squeeze the life out of him!
[As Freakazoid begins to fade, Lokee takes notice of the match in front of him, he looks Freak over once]
Lokee: Done yet?
[Freakazoid stirs, but continues to fade]
Lokee: How 'bout now?
[Freakazoid suddenly becomes invigorated once again. Lokee rolls his eyes]
Lokee: C'mon, guys! This is getting boring!
[Freakazoid pounds angrily on VDK's back, struggling against his grip. The Champ attempts to maintain his grip, but fails as he releases Freak. Freakazoid punches him in the face several times before grabbing him with a hand choke with his offhand. The Voodoo King grabs his wrist and starts to force his hand away. With lightning reflexes, Freakazoid kicks VDK in the stomach, doubling him over. He then thrusts the champ's head in between his legs. The crowd cheers wildly as through absolute pain and agony, Freakazoid lifts the Voodoo King up onto his shoulders and drops him with a ferocious powerbomb!]
Abigail King: Freaky Look Powerbomb! Freaky Look Powerbomb!
[Freakazoid weakly covers the Voodoo King. Lokee, with a look of excitement flashing in his eyes, drops to the mat]
Lokee: Uno! Dos! Tres!
[The bell rings as "Flush" hits the speakers once again. Freakazoid falls back onto his heels in victory and relief as the title belt is forced into his waiting grip by Lokee. The guest referee then grabs Freakazoid's bad arm and lifts it into the air, causing Freak to wince in pain. Lokee gingerly releases the arm with a weak smile before vanishing into thin air.]
Abigail King: Freakazoid's done it! He's the new world champion!
Alessandro Esposito: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
[The crowd chants "Freak-a-zoid! Freak-a-zoid!" as they cheer wildly! Freakazoid drapes the belt over his weak arm before pounding his chest and raising his fist into the air. Confetti rains down from the rafters as the crowd celebrates with the newly crowned champion! Freakazoid moves out into the crowd to celebrate with the fans. He slowly moves his way out of the arena as the chants continue. The scene cuts to the backstage area where Chris James talks on a cell phone]
Chris James: Don't worry, it all ends here tonight, one way or another. After I put down Doomsday, we can end this pathetic program. Don't worry, I've got it handled. Just make sure things go smoothly on your end.
[Chris hangs up the phone and rises, leaving the locker room. The scene cuts back to the ring. Tina Ford stands in the center.]
Tina Ford: The following is our no-holds-barred main event! The loser of the match will be fired. Introducing first...
[No music plays as the WMPX logo appears on the screen. Chris James walks out onto the stage, his arms held out from his sides as a chorus of boos rains down. He simply takes it all in with joy, a smile plastered across his face. He reaches into his coat pocket and produces a microphone]
Chris James: Ladies and gentlemen, if I can have your attention. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but after tonight, when I stand victorious in that very ring, all EWA programming will be cancelled!
[The crowds boos become even more violent. The camera cuts to several fans who look stunned and shocked. Some of them scream out "No!" or "It can't be!". A chant starts to echo through the crowd. "F*ck you, James!" followed by a series of claps. Then it repeats. Chris scowls at the crowd before regaining his composure]
Chris James: There's nothing you can do about it. Like it or not, this is all that's left. In the end, the network will always win. So get used to it!
[Chris laughs as he lowers the microphone. Without warning, Doomsday runs in from the backstage area and clubs James from behind with a steel pipe, causing him to fall face first on the stage. Picking up the fallen microphone, Doomsday simply smiles]
Doomsday: If you want Armageddon, so be it.
[The crowd, slightly confused by the statement, actually cheers for the Psychological Assassin as he clubs Chris over the back with the steel pipe. Reaching down, he grabs James and lifts him to his feet, throwing him back through the curtain. The camera cuts to the backstage area, where a bloodied Chris James stumbles through. The pipe shot to the head having broken the skin. Doomsday stalks after, pipe still in hand. This time, he flings it at Chris, hitting him in the back of the knee, causing him to fall prone. Chris tries to crawl away frantically as Doomsday gives chase. Doom suddenly lines up and punts Chris directly in the ribs. A slight crack is heard, causing an exasperated gasp to escape James' lips. Doomsday moves over to a group of nearby EMTs and shoves them out of the way, grabbing a stretcher. He then launches the stretcher at CJ, making it slam into the side of him. Doomsday stalks over, lifting James to his feet. He then lays him on top of the stretcher and secures all the straps. Chris tries to struggle, but is unable to do so. Doomsday wheels the stretcher up into the ambulance. Closing the doors, he moves over to the driver's side. He opens it forcefully, yanking the driver out before climbing in.]
Abigail King: This is an absolute massacre! Someone has to stop this!
[The ambulance peels off, out of the backstage area. The camera then cuts to outside of the arena, where the ambulance crashes through the garage door and begins speeding out into the parking lot. The tires squeal as they round a corner and the ambulance comes to a stop, facing a wall. The engine revs]
Abigail King: No... He can't...
[Suddenly, the ambulance launches forward at unbelievable speed and crashes into the wall of the arena]
Abigail King: Oh my god!
[The front of the vehicle crumples against the hard stone surface and smoke immediately pours out from beneath the hood. Moments pass before the driver's door opens. Doomsday staggers out, blood dripping from his own head. A sadistic smile covers his face as he begins moving away from the vehicle. After moving about one hundred yards away, he reaches into his own coat pocket and pulls out a small device. He presses a button on the device and the ambulance behind him EXPLODES! With the flames lighting him from behind, Doomsday simply stops in his tracks]
Doomsday: Chris James... you're fired.
[Doomsday then continues to walk off screen. The scene cuts to the General Manager's office, where Nicolas Griffin sits at the desk, grinning from ear to ear, staring at a monitor where the burning ambulance can be seen. Nothing can be heard but complete silence. A moment passes before the phone rings. Griffin picks up the receiver]
Griff: 'ello?
Voice: Now, the twelfth hour ends...
Griff: {a confused look crossing his face} What the f*ck are ye talkin' about?
[The caller hangs up, leaving only the dial tone. Slowly, the door opens and a silhouette is cast across the room. Griff looks up angrily as he slams the phone down. Recognizing the figure, he frowns]
Griff: Wha' the 'ell d' ye want?
[Suddenly a gunshot is heard and blood sprays out of Griff's chest. It is followed by several more shots, ripping holes throughout the General Manager's torso. The camera slowly pans around to reveal Laci Giminano standing in the doorway, a smoking gun in hand. She steps over to the desk, picking up the phone and dialing.]
Laci Giminano: It's done.
[She hangs up the phone and walks out of the room. The camera remains fixed on the blood-spattered monitor, where a white-masked man comes into frame. A black goatee frames the mask's lips]
Masked Man: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Some of the images you have seen may be startling or even frightening. Don't worry, they are simply illusions. Confusing, though they may be, they are only the fading ghosts of the twelfth hour, passing into history. Now, the curtain is being drawn back and the Thirteenth Hour is about to begin. So I ask you this, where will you be when it does?
[The masked man's image is replaced with that of a ticking clock. Instead of a twelve at the top, it is a thirteen. The seconds continue to tick as the minute hand sits on the 59, waiting to move forward. The screen then goes to static]
The End