(3/15/20) Chaos 2 Jul 6, 2021 17:25:32 GMT -5
Post by Action Reel on Jul 6, 2021 17:25:32 GMT -5
Let’s Make a Deal
The Amazon Prime logo appears before we fade into a studio while “Epic” by Faith No More plays. Bridget Lewis-Killings sits behind a desk with a giant screen behind her. As the music fades she smiles and the camera zooms closer as she begins to speak.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Ladies and Gentlemen Welcome to EPIC Chaos! I’m Bridget Lewis-Killings and we have an incredible show for you tonight to build on the success of our debut last week. Kicking things off we’ll hear from CEO and Founder Robert Quinn as he addresses the controversy surrounding the way last week's show ended.
Bridget turns her attention to the screen and we move inside the Chaos Complex as it appears to be another sell out with fans on their feet. “Not Going Away” by Ozzy Osbourne hits and out from the back walks Robert Quinn to a huge ovation. The man behind EPIC makes his way to the ring and climbs the steps before entering the ring and taking a mic.
Robert Quinn: So I’m hearing you all liked what you saw last week?
The crowd erupts bringing an even bigger smile to Robert’s face.
Robert Quinn: Well we’re just getting started so wait until you see what we have in store for you tonight. Before we really kick things off though I need to address what happened last week with the Chaos Championship. In order to do that I need Jack Swanson to come to the ring and return the belt.
It only takes a moment before "All You Can Eat" by the Fat Boys begins to blast from the speakers. Hungry Jack makes his way out with the Chaos title over his right shoulder. He makes his way to the ring as the fans cheer. Once in the ring he asks for a microphone.
Jack Swanson: First off, I want to thank the fans for the warm welcome. I may be the EPIC original, but without you all, I wouldn't be here right now!
The fans erupt in cheers and start to chant EPIC. When they die down Jack turns his attention to Robert Quinn.
Jack Swanson: Bob! How's it going? I know you've been blowing up my phone all week. You've even tried sliding into my DMs on Twitter. You just needed me to be at Chaos this week. I thought you were going to congratulate me on taking back the Chaos title. A title I never lost by the way. Instead you want me to give it back? I'm trying to figure out why I would want to do that.
Jack turns to the crowd to get their reaction. They don't seem to give him any reason to return it. Robert looks at the massive man standing next to him, the lights reflecting off the title on his shoulder.
Robert Quinn: Having you back inside an EPIC ring was one of my top priorities with this relaunch Jack. As you can hear these fans love you and rightfully so. I want you to be the face of this company Jack, you bleed EPIC and there’s no one that has ever meant more to this promotion. That’s why I’m about to make you an offer I think you’ll have a harder time refusing than free Red Lobster for the rest of your life.
This seems to pique Jack's interest. Red Lobster for life is worth it for the biscuits alone.
Jack Swanson: I think you may have misjudged exactly how much I love food. They don't call me the Prince of Plus Size for nothing. We go way back and we were both pretty unhappy with how things ended. Bob, I know you're the boss, but I also consider you a friend. If you have an offer for me I'll listen. Just remember this is a business and I've got to do what's needed to keep food on my plates.
Quinn nods and puts a hand on Jack’s giant shoulder.
Robert Quinn: Jack my friend, if you’ll return the Chaos title, I’ll give you the opportunity to be the first man to hold the EPIC World Championship at our first Pay Per View on April 19th. How does that sound?
The fans react positively to that announcement.
Jack Swanson: Hungry Jack as EPIC World Champion does sound pretty appetizing. That's a pretty nice offer. It's probably one of the only ways I'd ever lose possession of the Chaos title again. Plus I think the fans would really like to see that.
The fans start chanting Jack's name. He takes the belt off his shoulder and gives it one last look. He then extends the title to Quinn and he takes it from him.
Robert Quinn: It’s official then, at our first PPV tentatively titled REBIRTH, it will be “Hungry” Jack Swanson against an opponent to be determined to be crowned the first ever EPIC World Champion. Congratulations on this opportunity Jack.
Robert extends his hand and Jack shakes it.
Back in the studio Bridget has a big smile on her face.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: It’s great to see “Hungry” Jack Swanson back in an EPIC ring and getting a shot at the World Championship. Next up we got our first look at the “Super Tiger” RISA as she helps one of EPIC’s most popular superstars celebrate.
The screen behind Bridget comes to life, and the first thing it manages to focus on after the figure in front of it backs away is the smiling face of the ‘Super Tiger’ RISA! She giggles, and turns walking down the hallway as the cameraman follows. Risa stops, and points to a locker room door with the name ‘Terra Mason’ on the placard. She adjusts the box in her hands, then knocks.
A soft voice can be heard on the other side, although by the tone, the person seems a little more than a bit confused.
Terra Mason: Uhh it’s open? Or at least unlocked?
Risa giggles and turns the knob before throwing the door wide open.
RISA: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! YOUR EMOJI IS A TURTLE AND YOU’RE LOVED BY A TIGGY TOO!
The little luchadora laughs, running in and setting the box on a bench before wrapping Terra in a tight hug and kissing her all over her face.
RISA: Happy Birthday Terra-San!
Terra Mason: Aww Tiggy!!
Terra is at a loss for words, even taking a second to stumble back, the previous barrage of love from her close friend catching her off guard. Now her turn, she grabs her little luchafriend and wraps her up in a tight hug, smushing their faces together.
Terra Mason: You are beyond the best! I love you so freaking much! You didn’t have to do all this! Is that chocolate?!
Risa giggles, throwing open the lid to the cake box after untangling herself from her friend. She starts pointing at the wildly multicolored cake in sections.
RISA: That part’s chocolate, that part’s red velvet, that part’s confetti, that part is lemon, and that part is vanilla! I didn’t know what kind of cake you liked, so I got a bunch! And they all have different icing too!
The Super Tiger gets a mischievous look on her face before grabbing the chunk she pointed at that was chocolate in her bare hand and brings it up to Terra’s face super quick, rubbing the cake into her friends cheek!
RISA: See?! It’s chocolate!
Terra stands there with a shocked expression on her face, taking a second to try and lick the chocolate but after only getting a tiny bit, wipes it from her cheek and puts it in her mouth. She smiles, definitely enjoying the taste before looking back at her friend with a cheeky smile.
Terra Mason: That is definitely chocolate! I find it so sweet that you would do all this just for me! I totally love all these other flavors too, especially…
In a flash, Terra grabs a bit of the lemon portion and rubs it onto Risa’s cheek, stepping back and giggling some more as she licks a bit off her fingers.
Terra Mason: Lemon!!
Risa looks shocked now herself, staring at Terra before grabbing up the red velvet portion and slapping it onto her friends chest and smearing it a bit. She giggles, and licks the remainders off her fingers.
RISA: Red velvet!!
Terra laughs as she looks down at her red velvet covered chest, still surprised despite both sides declaring war. Not missing a beat, she grabs a hold of some vanilla and returns the favor, smearing it across Risa’s chest as she bursts out with more laughter. Licking the rest she claps her hands together.
Terra Mason: Mmmm can’t go wrong with some vanilla cake! So now what shall we do about the confetti?
Risa gasps, laughing as she looks down at her vanilla covered chest and then looks back up at Terra.
RISA: What to do indeed…
The Super Tiger reaches down and takes up two plates, cutting the last portion in half and handing it to her friend with a fork.
RISA: We’ll eat this piece at least! Happy Birthday Turtle!
Terra Mason: Thank you Tiggy!! This is the best birthday ever!
Terra giggles some more before taking her first bite, immediately falling in love with the cake.
The cameraman backs out of the room as the girls giggle. Looks like you can have your cake and wear it too!
The Name Game
Robert Quinn carefully placed the Chaos Championship in the glass case next to the EPIC World Championship, a third case of course was empty as current champion Daniel Dream had possession of the Violence Championship. Robert admired the two beautiful pieces of hardware that signified the best EPIC had to offer before taking a seat behind his desk and he began sorting some papers when a knock at the door was heard.
Robert Quinn: Come in.
The door didn’t open but instead the person knocked once again.
Robert Quinn: I said come in!
Again, the door never opened but the person knocked yet again so Robert got up the desk and walked over to the door opening it to see Kyūkyoku no Kyōjin aka Madman standing before him.
Madman took a moment to straighten his fabulous coat (now soda free) as Quinn eyeballed the unpredictable Japanese superstar.
Kyūkyoku no Kyōjin: Apologies, Quinn-san, and respectful greetings. I do not mean to disturb you, but would it be permissible to speak to you about something?
Robert steps to side an motions for Kyūkyoku to enter the office.
Robert Quinn: Of course, have a seat.
Quinn takes a seat behind his desk while Madman sits across from him.
Robert Quinn: What would you like to speak to me about…
Robert looks a bit perplexed, possibly embarrassed.
Robert Quinn: I’m sorry, I can’t pronounce your name. Is there something else I can call you?
Kyūkyoku no Kyōjin nods, smiling a bit. It’s not the first time this has happened since coming to America.
Kyūkyoku no Kyōjin: Of course, sir. You can address me as Kyu, Madman, or even Hayato. Whichever suits you better. As for why I am here, Quinn-san, I am here to ask about another shot at the Violence Title. Though I make no excuses for my loss, I would very much like to try again, if that would be okay with you?
Robert Quinn: I have to admit Kyu, I’m kind of shocked at how soft spoken and polite you are after you knocked Anton Scarlov out last week with one punch. I think there’s another man who deserves a shot as well though and that’s El Diablo Blanco. I think we should have a #1 Contenders match tonight between the two of you and the winner can face Daniel Dream for the Violence Championship next week. Does that sound ok with you?
Kyūkyoku no Kyōjin grins happily, gives Quinn a short bow from his seated position.
Kyūkyoku no Kyōjin: That sounds fantastic to me, sir! As for being soft spoken and polite, I usually am unless someone gives me a reason not to be. Scarlov made me spill soda on my coat, and these things are very expensive. Also, I will always be respectful of you, Quinn-san. You are the boss; what you say is law here at EPIC.
Kyu’s smile broadens as he stands up, straightening his coat before offering another bow of respect to Quinn.
Kyūkyoku no Kyōjin: Furthermore, I am only nice and soft spoken until that bell rings, as you know. That’s when the Madman truly comes out to play. Arigatou Gozaimasu for the opportunity! I will do my best not to disappoint!
Robert stands up and offers a handshake and Kyu obliges before exiting the office and Robert goes back to the stack of papers on his desk.
Angelica Ruiz-Meyer vs. Onyx
Bridget leads us into the first match in the studio.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Looks like we have a #1 Contenders match for the Violence Championship to look forward to but first the first match of the night saw Onyx take on Angelica Ruiz-Meyer.
Bridget turns over attention to the display and highlights from the opening contest are shown. Onyx was quick to use his size advantage to the best of his abilities, tossing the smaller Angelica back with each lock up and taking her down with a couple basic hip tosses for a few quick one counts. However it didn’t take long for Angelica to use a thumb to the eyes and a cheap chop to the bigger man’s throat in order to gain control in the match. From there it was all Angelica, the veteran using her speed to her advantage until she went for it all with a Top Rope Senton that Onyx barely saw coming and was able to move away from at the last second. Turning the match again in his favor after the missed Senton, Onyx dropped Angelica down with not one but three consecutive bodyslams, the moves clearly taking a toll on his fellow veteran who started holding her back in severe pain, alerting the official. The end saw Angelica take advantage of the referee’s obstructed view while checking on her injury and nail Onyx below the belt with a back kick before leaping onto the larger competitor and driving him down with a Crucifix Driver for the 1-2-3 pinfall victory.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: There you have it. By any means necessary, Angelica Ruiz-Meyer wins the first match in the second episode of the 2020 relaunch of EPIC, defeating Onyx by pinfall in 5 minutes and 38 seconds. What happened after the match was just disgusting though.
R E V E N G E , Frank Lowe Style
Immediately after the bell rings, Angelica celebrates her victory over Onyx and marches up the ramp.
As Onyx is sitting up off the mat and is disappointed in his losing effort, Frank Lowe slides into the ring behind him. The crowd explodes in boos as Frank eagerly taunts Onyx from behind. Frank charges and hits Onyx with a neck snap, and Onyx is downed. Lowe picks Onyx up and lifts him into position for the Lowe Hanger! Frank drives Onyx’s head into the mat, and Onyx is out cold.
Frank calls for a mic, and he gets down right in Onyx’s face to cut a promo through the intense boos of the crowd.
Frank Lowe: Onyx! Last week, you attacked me under the cover of darkness. Tonight, I put you down like a goddamn dog right here in the light, in front of god and everybody! That’s how A MAN operates. You are no man, Onyx. You aren’t worth my time, and I’m not going to give you the ability to make your name by using the hard earned credibility of mine. As far as I’m concerned? You don’t even exist, boy!
The crowd continues booing wildly and starts a chant: ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE!
Frank rises off the mat and smiles proudly as the crowd continues to rain down their chants. Frank steps out of the ring and the segment fades into the next portion of the show.
Remember the Name
We move to the parking lot where JC Keeton and Xiuhua Zhou are walking from their rental car towards the Chaos Complex holding hands, JC has the CCW Platinum Championship over his shoulder. Off to the side two unknown men are throwing a football back and forth when one of the men spots JC out of the corner of his eye.
JC and Dizzie stop and he says something inaudible to her before kissing her lightly. She continues on towards the building and he walks over towards the two men as he gets closer he notices that they look really athletic, one much bigger than him and the other roughly the same size.
JC Keeton: What’s up guys? Y’all want an autograph.
The smaller of the two men, then one who yelled for JC speaks up.
Man: Nah buddy, I’m Ethan Wylde and this is my brother Luke. We just signed contracts here today. We were big fans of your old man growing up, he was a tag team legend. It’s a shame you been pretty much a singles guy we’d love to get in the ring with you.
JC smiles at the two brothers, sizing them up a bit at the same time.
JC Keeton: I’m not opposed to tag team wrestling at all, in fact a guy I tag with a lot as A Cut Above, Graham Baker works here too. I’ll hollar at him when I get inside and see if he has anything going on tonight.
Ethan Wylde: Holy shit, I never thought we’d be in the ring with Jake Keeton’s kid in our first match with EPIC. It’ll be an honor.
JC Keeton: For sure, you guys look like you’ll be great competition. As long as Graham is down, I’ll see you in the ring.
Ethan Wylde: Sounds good buddy.
JC turns to walk away but pauses after a few steps and turns around.
JC Keeton: By the way, I’m not just Jake Keeton’s kid and I think this title over my shoulder proves that. The name is JC Keeton, you’ll remember if after tonight.
Now JC walks away leaving the Wydle brothers alone as Lucas looks down at his older brother.
Lucas Wydle: Cocky lil’ prick ain’t he?
Ethan Wylde: Apple don’t fall far from the tree, I gotta call Dad.
Same Shit Different Day
Graham Baker pulls a cigarette from his lips and lets the smoke drift off into the black backstage area. He sighs, shaking his head.
Graham Baker: Once again, I have the opportunity to make an impact on this business, on this industry once more. My reputation precedes me when I step through these gates, when I step into the ring of any company, the entire crowd knows who I am. They scream my name. They chant my theme. They know when they hear ‘Blood In The Water’, that I am not just arriving, but I am hunting. For accolades, for gold, for scalps...for everything I can get my hands on. Last week, I got close, so close to getting what I needed, to getting my hands on the EPIC Chaos Championship...until some big motherfucker came and walked out with the belt.
Graham Baker: I’m gettin’ kinda frustrated of getting things ripped just out of my hands, just out of my grasp held like it’s some ivory tower I’ve never before scaled. I’ve held world championships, I’ve held singles championships, I’ve held tag team championships. I’ve got a wall of gold so hefty I could melt it down and build ten golden trophies of myself.”
Baker snarls into the camera.
Graham Baker: Some fucking returning legend (Baker air-quotes with two fingers) isn’t going to steal my shine, but I’m certain nothing’s gonna be done about it. No rematch with Vayden, for whatever reason-but hell, I’ve still got this.
Baker holds the CCW Silver Star Championship up in the air.
Graham Baker: Nevertheless, I’m gonna ask politely for two things. For the first, I want a rematch for the Chaos Championship, with whichever dude has enough balls to come face to face with me getting the shot. I want another opportunity to show the EPIC audience the man I am, even if they haven’t caught on yet, because they damn well will afterward. For the second, I want some competition, because I feel like i’ve been gettin’ ducked. I feel like i’ve been gettin’ avoided, so I want some motherfucker to come out here and show me they can smoke me if I put their feet to the fuckin’ flames.
Baker sneers widely.
Graham Baker: So if you want it, come and get it. Come show me that you can stand toe to toe with Graham Baker, because if you can’t, you’ll be out this company before you can even say the word EPIC.
Baker drops the cigarette to the floor and crushes it before walking off camera.
A Cut Above(JC Keeton & Graham Baker) vs. Wyldeside
We’re taken back to Bridget in the studio.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Just moments after we heard from Graham Baker he was approached by JC Keeton with the proposition of them teaming up to take on the brother duo of Ethan and Lucas Wylde, Wyldeside. A fist bump sealed the deal and the match was on, here’s the highlights.
The screen shows both teams make their way out, with A Cut Above using their individual entrances while Wydleside of course came out together. Baker and Ethan Wylde started the match and it was a clinic of hard hitting technical wrestling for two solid minutes before Ethan tagged out to his bigger younger brother and Lucas turned Graham inside out with a stiff big boot. Wyldeside would isolate Baker for what seemed like forever before he was finally able to tag JC who hits diving double foot stomps to the chests of both Wylde brothers. JC drop kicked Lucas over the top and tagged in Baker before leaping over the top rope into a crossbody on Lucas outside the ring. In the ring, Baker and Ethan the two men who started the match are legal as Graham pats his knee and waits for Ethan to stand before blasting him with PSALM TWENTY KNEE! Ethan dropped like a rock and it was over.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: And there we have it, Graham Baker and JC Keeton take out the very promising team of Wydleside in just under ten minutes and 9 minutes and 42 seconds. Next up we have a look at the man who calls himself The Prodigal Son.
The Prodigal Son is EPIC
We fade into the scene out in front of a small white church. The camera starts on the ground and slowly moves vertically. We get quick snippets of scrolling shots along the side of the church. We get a short shot that scrolls left to right showing a young man dressed in a white collared shirt. A silver cross dangles around his neck. We snap to a full body shot of the young man. His white dress shirt is buttoned all the way to his neck. He wears black dress pants and shoes. Both arms are at his side, his right hand holding a black, leather-covered bible. Underneath a dark mustache, there is a confident smirk. His dark eyes almost seem to sparkle as he stares at the camera. The front of his hair moves as the wind blows across his face.
He begins to speak in Welsh, English sub-titles are on the bottom of the screen, “Fy enw i yw Dragan Hill. Mae rhai ohonoch chi'n fy adnabod fel 'Y Mab Afradlon.' Nid yw rhai ohonoch erioed wedi clywed amdanaf, ond rydych ar fin gwneud hynny.
[My name is Dragan Hill. Some of you know me as 'The Prodigal Son.' Some of you have never heard of me, but you are about to.]
“Cefais fy nwyn i mewn i EPIC i helpu i gryfhau'r rhestr ddyletswyddau sydd eisoes yn dalentog, i ddod â phrofiadau newydd a chyffrous i ffyddloniaid EPIC! Rwyf yma i ddod â'r gelf wych hon o'n un ni yn ôl i'r bobl! Y Mab Afradlon.
[ I was brought in to EPIC to help strengthen the already talented roster, to bring new and exciting experiences to the EPIC faithful! I am here to bring this great art of ours back to the people! The Prodigal Son.]
“Diarhebion 27:17 meddai ‘Haearn hones haearn, ac y mae pawb yn hogi y meddwl Ar haearn yn hogi haearn, ac y mae pawb yn hogi meddwl ei gyfaill, ei gyfaill,’ ac felly rwy'n bwriadu gwneud hynny i EPIC. Rwy'n bwriadu hogi pob un o fy ngwrthwynebwyr, i'w gwneud yn well a gwella'r cynnyrch y mae'r cwmni hwn yn ei roi allan. Pan ddaw'r diwrnod y byddaf yn cael llun teitl, gallwch wybod yn sicr y byddaf wedi ei ennill, na chefais ddim.
[Proverbs 27:17 says ‘Iron sharpens Iron and so one man sharpens another,’ and so I plan to do just that to EPIC. I plan to sharpen each and every one of my opponents, to make them better and improve the product that this company puts out. When the day comes that I get a title shot, you can know for certain that I will have earned it, that I was given nothing.]
“Dyma hi. Noson fy ymddangosiad cyntaf EPIC. Rwyf wedi dod yr holl ffordd o Abertawe. Mab i bregethwr. Enillydd medal aur gyntaf y Gymanwlad i Gymru wrth reslo.”
[This is it. The night of my EPIC debut. I have come all the way from Swansea. The son of a preacher man. The first Commonwealth gold medalist for Wales in wrestling.]
“Y Mab Afradlon.
[The Prodigal Son.]
He smiles as he turns his back to the camera. He walks up the three whitewashed stone steps, using the black rod iron railing. He opens the door to the church and turns to wink at the camera before heading inside. The sound of a singing congregation fades with the camera.
A Little Help
The camera moves from Dragan Hill and cuts backstage to the Chaos Complex locker room. Sitting on one of the benches is talented up and comer Moros. He’s adjusting his gear, never knowing when he might be called into action. As he is generally minding his own business, he’s interrupted by The Dalmons.
Lizzy Dalmon: I can’t believe this...why don’t I have my own locker room? I can’t really be expected to change with all these perverts lusting after my perfect body.
A smirk forms on her face, knowing that there is no one even close to the physical specimen that she is. There’s no one that can compare to a Dalmon.
Landon Dalmon: I’m working on that sis. It appears that our name doesn’t carry much weight in the wrestling business.
Lizzy Dalmon: Oh brother, the Dalmon name carries weight everywhere! You’re just not trying hard enough.
Landon Dalmon: Hard enough isn’t the problem…
He leans in toward his sister when suddenly they are interrupted by Moros clearing his throat. The two siblings turn to look at him.
Moros: Uhh yeah, kind of didn’t care for this type of deal when it was on a mediocre TV show so I definitely don’t want to see it in person, thanks.
Lizzy looks him up and down with a look of disgust on her face.
Lizzy Dalmon: What are you doing here?
Moros: Well considering this is the men’s locker room, at least two of us appear to be in the right spot so if anything, I should be asking what you’re doing here..unless there’s something you’re not telling everyone..
Lizzy Dalmon: Who do you think you are?
Moros: Heir to the hood, future of this business, spawn of a monster, but I guess for now you can call me Moros.
Lizzy Dalmon: That was a rhetorical question you...
Moros: You...what? Please, do enlighten me on what you think I am. I’d love to hear it and prove you wrong.
Landon Dalmon: You better watch how you talk to my sister…
Moros having had enough of the two stands up and gets into the face of Landon.
Moros: Your sister? One, eww. Two, just what are you going to do about it if I decide I don’t exactly care for how your sister prefers to be spoken to pretty boy?
While Landon has to agree that he is indeed pretty, he still must stand up for his sister.
Landon Dalmon: Why don’t you meet me in the ring and find out?
Lizzy Dalmon: Meet us! I wouldn’t mind teaching you a lesson in respect. You’re going to learn what happens when you cross the Dalmons.
Moros: Two on one against the two of you? Sounds a little unfair for you but I appreciate the offer for a warm-up match.
The two siblings begin to laugh.
Landon Dalmon: You think you can beat the two of us all by yourself? You couldn’t even beat that old man last week.
The reminder of his loss doesn’t sit well with Moros, the words getting him to step up so now he and Landon are face to face. While they are in the middle of their staredown, Muru enters the picture.
Muru: It looks like you could use a little backup.
He tries his best to calm down Moros, finally getting him to back down from the situation.
Muru: If you two are looking for a fight we’ll see you in the ring later tonight.
Lizzy Dalmon: Whatever losers…
As the Dalmons exit the locker room presumably to get ready for the match, Moros returns to his seat on the bench. Muru takes a seat beside him.
Moros: I don’t need your help.
Muru: You’re welcome.
Frank Saying Frank Shit, Deal With It
We move from one lockerroom to another as Frank is resting in a folding chair in his. Lacey is tidying up, folding clothes and wiping down surfaces in the room. Lacey is fluttering about the room, never stopping to rest.
Lacey Lowe: Wasn’t Onyx the only person on the roster willing to…
Frank Lowe: Lace, I am not about to waste my time on some scrub dipshit who isn’t qualified to shine by boots. He’s not in my league, so I look elsewhere.
Lacey Lowe: Isn’t your argument that there’s no one in EPIC that’s in your league?
Frank Lowe: Well… yeah.
Lacey Lowe: So why does it matter if Onyx isn’t either?
Frank Lowe: Lacey. Really? Come on.
Lacey Lowe: What? I don’t get it. Why does it matter if Onyx isn’t on your level if no one in EPIC is on your level?
Frank Lowe: You know.
Lacey Lowe: No, Frank, I don’t.
Frank Lowe: Come on, Lace. You know. He’s…
Lacey Lowe: …
Frank Lowe: He’s out of his element. Onyx just...doesn’t know his place.
Lacey Lowe: Frank…?
Frank Lowe: You know what, Lace? I’m sick of justifying my thoughts and actions to you. You know your place, right?
Lacey Lowe: ... yes, Frank. I know. A wife must support her husband unconditionally.
Frank Lowe: And do you really think you’re being a good wife right now with all this questioning?! I ain’t a goddamn defendant, Lacey! And you’re not a goddamn lawyer! This cross examination shit ends. NOW!
Lacey Lowe: Ok, Frank. Ok. I get it. I trust your plan.
Frank Lowe: You’re damn right, you do. Now, come sit. That corona ain’t gonna get us in here. This is a big night, and we need to be in the right mental place to make the most of it.
The scene fades.
Violence Title #1 Contender
El Diablo Blanco vs. Madman
The smiling face of Bridget Lewis-Killings greets us once again.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: I’m smiling because if I said what I really thought about Frank Lowe I’d be fired and I love my job. Moving on from that idiot we have a match that was made very early in the night as Kyūkyoku no Kyōjin and former champion El Diablo Blanco face off for a shot at champion “The Epic Gamer” Daniel Dream next week. This match was just insanity from the moment the bell rang and spilled all over the Chaos Complex. Here are some highlights.
Bridget points to the big screen and we see Madman and Blanco brawling in catering as it appears Madman is trying to drown El Diablo Blanco in a large commercial size pitcher of Lemonade. Blanco elbows him in the gut to keep from dying and although he’s blinded from the citrus in his eyes he’s able to Powerbomb Kyūkyoku through a table full of Deviled Eggs. Blanco tries for the cover then but Madman kicks out. Later in the match the brawl has moved the men’s restroom and Blanco is now paying Madman back by dunking him in the urinal and flushing it repeatedly. Out of nowhere though Scar blasts both men with chairs over and over while Katrina cheers him on. Officials spill into the restroom appearing to throw the match out as neither man looks in any shape to continue.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: We thought this was the end of the match and we’d have no clear cut contender but after word was delivered that Robert Quinn’s AOV Captain Howdy said the match should restart with Scar added to it that’s what happened.
Scar takes advantage of being much fresher and just takes it to both guys but eventually Madman and El Diablo Blanco strategize and actually team up to take Scar out of the match by putting him in a dumpster and then turning it upside down so he can’t get out. With the match once again a one on one affair Madman ends it by tossing a chair to Blanco then nailing You Go Sleepy-Time (high-speed, full-force roundhouse kick to the head) into the chair putting Blanco’s lights out and becoming #1 Contender.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: In a match that truly defines the name of this show as Chaos, Kyūkyoku no Kyōjin defeats El Diablo Blanco and Scar in an insane 23 minute 11 seconds.
Deal with the Devil
Robert Quinn paced back and forth in his office, a rather sour expression on the face of the normally jovial EPIC Founder. A knock was heard and he marched to the door, yanking it open where he was greeted by the smiling face of Analicia Morales-Connors. Robert immediately bombarded her with the question that had been eating a hole in him since the second match of the night.
Robert Quinn: Why did that son of a bitch’s boy wrestle on MY show? Who oked that?
Analicia, though looking a bit as if she was holding in laughter, did her best to calm her business partner with a smile.
Analicia Morales-Connors: Robert, my friend, you need to relax. Stress is not a good look for you at all. Now I’m not sure what’s troubling you so much but just take a deep breath and tell me all about it. Now who’s son of a bitch what now?
Robert Quinn: KEETON! Jake Keeton! He destroyed my family and I’ll be damned if anyone with that last name is going to be employed by EPIC as long as I’m alive. I’ve sent a runner to go get him so that I can tell him whatever contract he had with you in CCW is void here.
Analicia Morales-Connors: Okay, okay. Shh it’s fine. Now I know you’re very tense right now but I think it’s best for us to have a discussion about this. You know of course that it was me that green-lit the tag match, but I had no idea there was any history there as you didn’t let me know beforehand before I booked him on OUR show. So now that this is something being brought up, we can approach this a little more professionally. So relax. And. Have. A. Seat.
Her smile still present, Analicia went ahead and grabbed Robert’s chair from behind his desk and moved it to where it’s directly in front of the other two. She lightly tapped it a few times before taking a seat herself on the chair to the left.
Robert Quinn: Don't tell me to sit in my own office, I’ll stand. There’s nothing to discuss, Jake Keeton destroyed my family and I don’t just mean metaphorically, it was very literal. He seduced my daughter getting her pregnant which led to the only good thing that came out of him in his worthless life in my beautiful granddaughter. He then seduced my wife of 25 years causing our divorce. The kicker though, the real kicker is…
Robert sits down and leans forward with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Speaking through clenched teeth and trying not to shed tears the proud father lets out the final piece of information.
Robert Quinn: He caused my son’s suicide. I lost my boy because of him! I’ll be damned if I sign that monsters offsprings paycheck.
Analicia looked around the room for a while, unsure of exactly what to say or do. She decided to finally lean forward a bit, doing her best not to overstep any boundaries and spoke up in a softer tone than usual.
Analicia Morales-Connors: Robert, I am so, so sorry that happened to you. Please believe me when I say I had no idea anything even remotely tragic like that went on. You usually seem all cheerful and annoyingly happy, I couldn’t tell. You know that I’m a mother of three myself and I can’t even begin to imagine what I’d do if anything happened to either of them. I had a scare once while pregnant with my youngest and I count my blessings each day that she gets to look at me with her big brown eyes. It shouldn’t ever be that way, our children are supposed to bury us. So look I understand now that there’s no discussion going on okay?
Feeling a bit more assured Robert cracks a smile, not quite his normal one but enough of one that the tension in the room lowers. That’s when JC Keeton, still in his ring gear from the tag team match with Graham Baker against Wyldeside earlier in the show, steps into the open door of the office with the CCW Platinum Championship over his shoulder. JC looks less than confident at the people already in the office having anything to say that would be good for him.
JC Keeton: You wanted to see me?
Robert turns to JC.
Robert Quinn: Hopefully for the last time. We’ve discussed things and have decided that your services aren’t needed here Keeton.
JC Keeton: Are you kidding me? I’ve been telling you for years that I’m not him. I didn’t have a damn thing to do with what he did to you, I was 11! You give Allie ten kinds of hell when she lets me see my sister already and now you’re gonna take this from me too?
Sensing that things would go south rather quickly, Analicia decided it best to get up from her seat, stepping directly in between the two, making sure she can clearly be seen by both. First she turns her gaze over to JC, looking irritated at his presence.
Analicia Morales-Connors: Child, when will you learn to leave that attitude of yours at the door and be an actual professional? You know, the word that comes before the wrestling part? You obviously have issues with the man outside of this business but when coming to an office, you don’t display that. If you want to be taken seriously you need to act like an adult. Now as far as your status here goes…
Analicia pauses and turns over to Robert now.
Analicia Morales-Connors: While I did state that there was no need for discussion, I never actually told you why that is the case.
JC goes to speak but can see Robert’s expression start to change so he waits to see if Robert has anything to say and he does.
Robert Quinn: What are you talking about? I thought you understood my situation?
Analicia flashes another smile, though this one isn’t reassuring in the least bit.
Analicia Morales-Connors: Of course I do Robert. As a parent, I wish deep in my heart that there was some way to give you back all you lost and my heart breaks for you. However that doesn’t mean I don’t see the other side in this. Now while JC is an arrogant, naive, damn near nauseating idiot at times, I know at the core he’s not a bad kid. He just has a lot of growing up to do. If we do something as rash as fire him on the spot, his bitterness will fester and we might as well turn him into another monster on the spot.
Her pleasant facade giving way, Analicia’s demeanor turns a bit cold as she gives JC a quick look and wink, before turning back to Robert.
Analicia Morales-Connors: Plus when it comes to the termination of contracts, you can’t do anything without my approval and judging from how things look right now, I don’t see any justification in cutting the boy loose...yet.
Robert stands up and throws his hands up before walking over to a small table next to the cases with the Chaos and World Championships in them and picks up a bottle of Bourbon pouring some in a glass before downing it. He turns back to Ana and JC with a defeated look on his face.
Robert Quinn: I guess I’ve lost then, I never thought when I brought EPIC back I’d be a “co-owner” or have a damn Keeton working for me. You really are something else lady. So what do you mean by yet? I heard you like to punish the talent is that where you’re going with this?
Analicia taps her chin with her right index finger a few times, as if in thought before smirking.
Analicia Morales-Connors: Honestly Robert, when it comes to my punishments, I leave that to be determined by the actions of the talent. Should JC decide to be stupid, then he will suffer the consequences. I am fair in that respect, aren’t I boy?
Beads of sweat begin to form on JC’s forehead as he carefully considers the next words he speaks.
JC Keeton: Is effective an acceptable answer? Since your last set up punishments never came to be due to the merger. I’ll be honest, you and I got off on the wrong foot but you seem much more willing to work with me than he is and I just want to compete for this organization and defend this…
He pats the CCW Platinum Championship on his shoulder.
JC Keeton: They say you’re not a true champion until you defend your title and I never got to do that.
Analicia Morales-Connors: See there we go. That’s exactly how you should approach things. Bright-eyed and with a hard work ethic. All we need to do is work on your maturity and understanding that I simply want what’s best, and you’ll be a fine representation of the company.
Turning her attention back over to Robert, Analicia takes a couple steps towards her partner, speaking just above a whisper.
Analicia Morales-Connors: Now how about you share the wealth and leave the boy to me. While I can’t let you get rid of him, I’m more than happy to take the load off your shoulders. I’m sure you can trust that I’ll know what to do worst thing. You’re too nice for this Robert. I told you before, stress isn’t a good look on you.
Quinn pours another drink and downs it.
Robert Quinn: I keep this here for guests, not myself. I haven’t drank since the last time I had anything to do with a Keeton. Fine...he’s your problem, both of you can show yourselves out.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: It appears as one of the brightest young stars in the industry today has arrived in EPIC but he’s not without plenty of haters with support coming from the most unlikely place. Now we move on to quite possibly one of the most bizzare things I’ve ever seen in my sixteen years working in this business. I can’t put this into works you’re just going to have to see for yourself.
The fans are getting antsy inside the Chaos Complex anticipating the next match when the unfamiliar sounds of “Yummy” by Justin Beiber draws boos from the crowd before they even know who’s coming out. When the bright yellow banana known mononymously as Nanners steps through the curtains the boos get mixed with some cheers and loud laughter. Nanners starts walking towards the ring but stops as the boos appear to be getting to him. He begins to argue with a fan sitting along the railing.
Nanners: You got a problem with bananas?
Fan #1: What?
Nanners begins yelling for someone to bring him a microphone and a production assistant scurries out and hands the big banana a live mic. Nanners walks closer to the fan.
Nanners: Can you hear me now?
Nanners holds the mic so the fan can respond.
Fan #1: Yes.
Nanners: Good, I saw that you were booing when I came out. I just want to know what your problem is with bananas?
Fan #1: Oh I have no problem with bananas, it’s you choice of music. What kinda wrestler comes out to Justin Beiber? Even a wrestling banana should have better taste than that.
Nanners: It’s called Yummy, don’t you think bananas are yummy?
Fan #1: Well yeah.
Nanners: Case closed then, you’re not allowed to boo me anymore!
Nanners looks out at the crowd.
Nanners: Who else has a problem with bananas? Let’s hear it…
Many fans boo but one in particular a few rows back begins yelling “Fuck Bananas!” as loud as he can getting the attention of the Mad Banana himself. Nanners climbs over the guardrail and weaves his way through the first few rows of the crowd before he’s standing next to the overweight, balding man who’s shirt is way too small.
Nanners: What did you say?
Nanners holds the mic down and just as the fan is about to respond he jerks it back.
Nanners: You don’t deserve to speak! It’s clear you have a problem with bananas but not Twinkies or KFC you tub of shit.
Nanners starts walking away from the irate fan who is just screaming profanities to the point security comes and drags him away kicking while Nanners makes his way back out of the crowd. He starts back up the ramp and stops at the top.
Nanners: You know, I expected more from you Las Vegas, but I shouldn’t have. You’re nothing but a bunch of racists bigots trying to hold the yellow man down. None of you are worthy of being this close to the greatest banana in the world today but I’ll give you another chance to get this right when I come back out here later to kick that Welsh piece of shit Dragan Hill’s ass. I expect a hero’s welcome the next time Yummy hits these speakers!
Nanners drops the mic and disappears through the curtains to a solid chorus of boos now.
A Little D&D?
The camera feed switches over to the backstage area, in the hallway we see Xiuhua ‘Dizzie’ Zhou walking over towards where the offices are, a serious expression on her face. Just as she’s about to reach out for the doorknob, not even bothering to see if the woman whose name was on the faceplate, Analicia, was available, she finds another hand has reached out for it as well. Pulling her hand back, Dizzie looks up and just as she does, the camera pans out to shown the other hand having belonged to Drake Connors. She offers a quick smile, before stepping a little closer to the door.
Xiuhua ‘Dizzie’ Zhou: Look I know you looking to do whatever it is you do with your wife on nights like this but I gotta speak to her and see what the hell she’s trying to pull this time. So I don’t mean to be rude but I think you should let me go first.
Drake Connors: Curious choice of words, “what the hell” indeed. Anyway, it’s probably nothing good for people who annoy her. As for why I’m here, I’m trying to find out why I’m on the sidelines instead of being booked for a match. Quinn wasn’t available so I had to come here… If you want to face the dragon alone, by all means..
Drake sarcastically bows and sweeps his arm towards Analicia’s door. Rolling her eyes, Dizzie decides to take a step back, letting out an irritant sigh before placing her hands on her hips.
Xiuhua ‘Dizzie’ Zhou: You might have a point about a head on approach leading to more bullshit. I just know I can’t trust this nice act and wanna know what’s behind it. As far as you not having a match, I’m kinda surprised. I figure you be all up in the scene, at least in the second act. Did you piss her off?
Drake stands back up from his bow, taking a moment to tug his signature leather jacket back into place, then shrugs.
Drake Connors: It’s a possibility, I admit. A lot of the things I do seem to annoy her, but mostly she just calls me a dork and moves on. Keeping me out of action isn’t usually a thing she does if I irritate her. Could be Quinn’s doing; he didn’t seem very happy when she showed up and dropped the bomb about being co-owner.
Xiuhua ‘Dizzie’ Zhou: Yeah I mean the dude seems cool I guess but I gotta admit he seems to hold grudges in a weird way from what I been told. But you ain’t the only one getting left off cards it seems. So maybe we should make our own deal go down and have it that they can’t say no?
Drake strokes his chin for a moment, the gears obviously spinning in his cold, calculating mind.
Drake Connors: And what did you have in mind?
Staring up at him a moment, a somewhat familiar smirk comes across the face of Dizzie as she laughs a little before verbalizing her idea.
Xiuhua ‘Dizzie’ Zhou: Well you know how we never got the chance to have our so-called punishment match in CCW right? How about we have it here in EPIC? They got a pay-per-view event coming up. So why not have us some fun? Underneath the dad coat, you got a mean side, I been looking for a way to scratch that itch in the back of my head, it all works out. You don’t gotta hold back either. So you in?
Drake smiles, pouring on the wattage of his own peculiar charm. Dizzie seems a little taken aback by this, but doesn’t back down. Other than a slightly raised eyebrow, she does nothing but stare at the Dark Angel, awaiting his reply.
Drake Connors: Hell, why not? Not like I’ve got anything better to do at the moment. I’ve heard how tough you are, and I’ve been aching for a good challenge myself.
Xiuhua ‘Dizzie’ Zhou: Perfect, now we just gotta head in there together and there won’t be any choice but to make it official.
Now all smiles, Dizzie reaches out to the doorknob once again but before she can grab hold, the door opens itself and the EPIC co-owner Analicia pokes her head out slightly looking less than amused.
Analicia Morales-Connors: Fine, fine have your damn match, just get the hell away from my door. You’re both way too loud!
Before anyone else can get a word in, Analicia slams the door shut. Drake stares at the closed door for a second before chuckling a bit, running a hand through his hair in a casual manner.
Drake Connors: Aaaand that’s how you handle that. Annoy Ana by talking too loud outside her door. A soft touch approach.
*through the door* Analicia Morales-Connors: I heard that, you dork! Go away!
Drake snorts as he and Dizzie move away from the door. He extends a hand to her to be shaken with a slight grin on his face.
Drake Connors: Well, that’s that, then. Let the best person win.
Xiuhua ‘Dizzie’ Zhou: Sounds like a plan.
Dizzie looks up at Drake with her usual chill demeanor, reaching and shaking his hand. She nods her head once excitedly before breaking the grip and walking off, the feed returning back to the studio.
The Dalmons vs. Muru and Moros
Bridget Lewis-Killings: The next match was set up earlier in the night, when the Dalmons got into a verbal confrontation with Moros. It looked like he could have had a handicap match but Muru offered to partner with the young rookie against the siblings.
The screen begins to show highlights of the match. Early on the experienced Muru was able to take control of Landon Dalmon causing him to throw a fit after being hit in the face. Once Lizzy was in the match Muru felt hesitant but the rookie Moros was more than eager to get his hands on anyone to show his worth. Lizzy was able to get to Landon getting the tag works over Moros with right hands and a spinning neckbreaker. He plays to the crowd which allows Moros to in the veteran Muru who is able to turn things around hitting Around the World (swinging neckbreaker) but before he can go for a cover Moro’s is begging for the tag. Moros sets Landon up for His Voice (Styles Clash) but Lizzy breaks it up with a front flip kick. Muru enters to even the odds and all four competitors are in the ring. The referee trying to take control tries to get Muru back to his corner. This allows Landon to pull out a pair of brass knuckles. Muru sees this and tries to let the referee know but it only allows Landon the opportunity to connect with a knockout punch. He throws the knuckles outside of the ring and makes the cover. When the referee turns around he makes the three count before Muru can make the save. The Dalmons celebrate their victory as Muru checks on Moros. When Moros comes to Muru tries to help him up but he refuses. Moros then heads up the ramp alone.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: The Dalmons cheated to win their first match here in EPIC by pinning Moros in a match that stole the show going 18 minutes and 14 seconds. A tough way to lose a match for sure. Let's hope next time Muru and Moros have better luck.
When Frank Met Terra
As the scene transitions, Lacey Lowe is in the middle of the ring.
Lacey Lowe: Hello EPIC! Please welcome, my husband, FRANK! LOWE!
The crowd boos heavily, and the ASS-HOLE! chant begins anew as AC/DC’s Big Balls starts playing at the chorus and Frank marches down the ramp and into the ring. Frank grabs the microphone from Lacey’s hand and leans in to take her hand and kiss it.
Frank Lowe: EPIC, earlier tonight, I clearly decided to turn down my esteemed colleague’s offer to face off. Now, given that last week, Onyx was the only one in the back who had the low hangers to step up to The Lowe Hanger, this puts me in an interesting predicament, right? After all, I had one challenger and told him to go to hell. So now, I’m standing here, ready to let everyone know that I’m about to take matters into my own…
“Blindside” by Icon For Hire plays over the PA and interrupts Frank’s promo. The crowd goes apeshit cheering as Terra Mason steps out onto the stage with a huge smile on her face. She soaks up the love from the crowd as she makes her way to the ring. Frank looks frustrated at the interruption and angrily looks back at Lacey who lovingly and consolingly strokes his back.
Terra grabs a mic from ringside and rolls into the ring.
Frank Lowe: Uh, excuse me, Terra. Did the middle of my sentence interrupt your entrance?
Terra just smiles.
Frank Lowe: For real, what the hell are you doing interrupting me in the ring?
Terra keeps smiling but doesn’t lift the mic to her mouth.
Frank Lowe: Are you a goddamn mute? Speak, girl! USE YOUR DAMN WORDS!
The crowd boos. Terra’s smile fades a little and she lifts the mic to her lips.
Terra Mason: Girl, huh?
Frank laughs as he rolls his eyes.
Frank Lowe: Unless you’re totin’ a wang you haven’t told nobody about, I’m pretty sure I’m using the right word, girl.
Terra Mason: Ah, I see where you’re coming from. No worries, boy.
Frank Lowe: Hey! I’m a goddamn MAN.
Terra Mason: And I’m a grown ass WOMAN, yet here we are, Frank.
Frank Lowe: What’s your goddamn point, sweetheart? Did you come out here for a purpose beyond bustin’ my balls or what?
Terra Mason: Frank, I’m here to let you know one thing…
Frank Lowe: Oh yeah? What’s that, little lady?
Terra Mason: I’m your first opponent!
The crowd goes nuts! Frank bursts into hysterical laughter. Terra rolls her eyes but keeps a sly smile on her face.
Terra Mason: What’s so funny, Frank?
Frank recovers from his laughing fit, using Lacey as a support for him as he’s catching his breath again.
Frank Lowe: Terra, come on! You think YOU can beat ME?! Girl, I just sent Onyx packing because he couldn’t measure up. What makes you think you stand a chance?
Terra Mason: Well, Frank, we’ll never know until your ass tries to cash these huge checks your mouth is writing.
Frank Lowe: Oh, I already know how this would go, girl. The answer is no. I want a real match with a real opponent. You are just not on my level. You. Are. Beneath. Me. Girl.
Terra smiks. The crowd showers Frank in boos and chants.
Terra Mason: You think I’m beneath you, huh, Frank? Then I guess can only do one thing.
Frank Lowe: And what’s that, sweetheart?
Terra Mason: I’ve got to bring you down to my level.
Terra swiftly dives out and drills Frank directly in his left knee with a stiff looking dropkick. Frank reacts like he has just been shot, and Terra quickly rolls to the outside of the ring, her huge smile returned to her face. Frank is grabbing his knee as if there is a serious injury and Lacey stands over him looking very concerned.
Leave Him Hanging?
A camera follows Muru as he makes his way through the backstage area of the Chaos Center. As he is walking he asks employees if they've seen Moros or know where he went. After a few moments he finds Moros, who doesn't look too happy.
Muru: There you are, I've been looking everywhere. You just sort of took off after our match.
Moros just stands there staring a hole through Muru before turning away.
Muru: I know things didn't go our way against those self entitled rich kids, but we'll get them next time.
Tired of hearing Muru talk, Moros finally responds.
Moros: Next time? What the hell are you talking about, there isn't going to be a next time! I was handling things just fine until you stuck your nose in my business. I should have known you were only using my fight to get more camera time for yourself and then bail when the situation didn’t suit you anymore. That's what veterans like you do best.
Muru: I can see you're a bit upset, but I was only trying to help. In this business being outnumbered doesn't usually go well no matter who you're facing.
Moros: Help? You weren't much help when the Dalmons were cheating their way to victory.
Muru: That's fair. I said I had your back and I let you down. I know you're finding it hard to believe but I want nothing but success for you.
Moros is still not convinced Muru is sincere.
Moros: Yeah sure, you keep telling yourself that, but if you think for a second I’m dumb enough to believe it, you’re dead wrong.
Muru seems a bit down that his word is being questioned.
Muru: Here's the deal. I have a match next week. Why don't you come to the ring with me. Let me see if I can show you a thing or two. If after that you still think I'm being insincere I'll leave you alone. What do you say?
He extends his hand and awaits Moros to shake it. Moros looks at it and then back to the face of Muru.
Moros: So you’d like to have me out there for your match? I'll think about it…
He walks away leaving Muru hanging.
Muru: Alright I'll see you next week. Don't worry we'll work on the handshake thing.
The camera then cuts back to Bridget Lewis-Killings.
Dragan Hill vs. Nanners
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Our final match before we get to the main event, in which we still don’t know who Daniel Dream will be facing, sees the debut of both The Prodigal Son Dragan Hill and...Nanners. Luckily for Hill he was able to make incredibly short work of the loud mouth fruit, here’s how it went.
Bridget turns to the screen and both entrances are shown with Nanners threatening the crowd once again for booing him. He finally gets in the ring where Hill waits patiently. As soon as the bell rings Nanners charges recklessly at Dragan, gets scooped up and dropped with Rapture (Diamond Cutter out of a Fireman’s Carry). Hill pins Nanners setting a record for the fastest finish in EPIC history.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Indeed that was the fastest finish we’ve ever seen in EPIC at an astonishing 11 seconds, Dragan Hill The Prodigal Son defeats Nanners! Now let’s hear from one of the Violence divisions best, El Diablo Blanco.
El Diablo Blanco was walking through the backstage of The Chaos Complex still reeling from his match earlier tonight. Visibly walking with a limp and clutching his arm, El Diablo looks like a man on a mission. As he walks down the hallway, he runs into Bridget Lewis-Killings; whom has a microphone.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: El Diablo Blanco, you seem a bit worse for wear after that post match attack from Scar. We’d assume you would be with the medical team right now.
El Diablo Blanco: Let me tell you something, Bridget. I’ve taken my fair share of bumps and bruises over the years. I’ve broken bones, dislocated joints and I’ve reset them all by myself. There’s a lot of people here backstage that want to look right past me because I’m a “backyard” wrestler. Well, let me tell you this. No one backstage can match the passion I have for this business. You heard it early in the week when Amazon Executives called me a hidden gem. They referred to me as the lovable lunatic. What happened earlier tonight was a travesty. Scar took it upon himself to take out his frustrations on me after the bell. He brought tears to the eyes of all my little Diablitos out there. Well, let me tell you something.
El Diablo snatches the microphone from Bridget’s hand.
El Diablo Blanco: Listen up, Brother. You think you know about violence? You want to make a statement to the Violence division at my expense? You just messed with the wrong Diablo, Brother. Next week, I want you in the ring, Brother. You want to be a big man and step to me like I’m no one? You’ll find out just how loco I am. I’ve already got some sick things brewing in my mind as to what I want to do. Next week, I’m bringing barbed wire, Brother. I’m bringing the light tubes, Brother. I’ve got my eye on that scaffolding over in the corner of the arena, Brother. Scar, accept my challenge for next week and I’m going to rock you like a hurricane. You feel me, Brother? Now, I’m gonna go splint my leg. I’m going to put my arm in a sling. I’m going to rest. I’m going to ice, heat, ice, heat, ice, heat all week long until I’m back to 100%, Brother. I will not let my little Diablitos down. So you better say your prayers. I expect your mouthpiece, Katrina, to answer my challenge for you. Next week at Chaos, the full force of the Diablo Nation is going to reign down on you. And you can count on that, Brother.
El Diablo offers the microphone back to Bridget and walks back out of the shot like a man on a mission.
"Die Anywhere Else" by MandoPony plays over the PA system as Daniel Dream, wearing the Violence Championship over his right shoulder, walks down the entrance ramp. Danny enters the ring and gets a microphone from a ring assistant.
Daniel Dream: Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis! When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this.
Danny glances at the Violence Championship on his shoulder.
Daniel Dream: I used to be a kid dying on the streets of Atlanta, Georgia. But I grinded away. Then I made it to Epic. I didn't win this Violence Championship on my first try, but I hit the CONTINUE button.
Daniel Dream lifts the Violence Championship with his right hand, signifying the result. Some fans in the crowd cheer.
Daniel Dream: I use to think my life was Survival Mode on Hardcore difficulty, but now I realize, it's a speedrun. I won the Violence Championship in less than a minute against El Diablo Blanco. Now I'm going to speedrun through my next opponent.
"Fly High" by AmaLee hits the speakers, the lights in the arena strobing in rainbow colors as the Japanese lucharesu practitioner steps out onto the stage, microphone in hand and waving at the audience.
RISA: Hi hi Daniel-San! I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting each other!
Risa grins, nodding as the crowd breaks into a "SU-PER TI-GER" chant. The little Asian woman giggles and nods, clapping with the chant before raising the mic back to her mouth, which causes the crowd to hush.
RISA: You sound like you fought very hard to get where you are! I too have had my own trials and tribulations! Boss fights, if we want to go by your lingo!
Risa nods, pointing a hand at Daniel down in the ring.
RISA: I earned three titles on my way here, and I've only been wrestling in the United States since October! You want to talk about speedruns!
Risa smiles and makes her way down the ramp, smiling and waving to the crowd before climbing onto the apron and stopping outside the ropes.
RISA: May I?
Daniel Dream: You may.
RISA: Thank you!
Risa slides in between the middle and bottom ropes, walking up to Daniel and looking up at him before slapping the faceplate of his title. The five foot one dynamo is wearing a huge grin
RISA: You earned this! Celebrate it! Defend it at all costs! No matter the Challenger, no matter the location! You ARE the Violence Champion!
The crowd cheers as Risa lowers her microphone. Daniel nods.
Daniel Dream: Thank you, and I will. I will celebrate my Violence Championship. I will defend my Violence Championship, no matter the Challenger.
Daniel Dream vs “Super Tiger” RISA
We go to Bridget Lewis-Killings in the studio for the final time.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: What a show it has been! And as you would expect, Daniel Dream accepted “Super Tiger” RISA’s challenge for his Violence Championship, in a match that surprisingly enough never left the ring. Ladies and Gentlemen enjoy these highlights from our main event, goodnight!
Bringing the focus back over to the monitor, the highlights from the fast paced main event are showcased. A nod of respect started things off before the two locked up, Daniel using his strength to push RISA back but he wasn’t able to hold the advantage for long as the little ball of lucha-fire picked up the speed and took Dream down with a few quick arm drags before causing him to powder following a picture perfect dropkick. Showing her respect for her fellow competitor, the tiny tiger gave Daniel his space and let him roll back in the ring without issue, the two quick to go at it once again. While RISA was able to get in a few knee strikes and readied herself to send Dream down to the mat with a Hurricanrana, Daniel was able to scout the move and countered with the Animal Crossing (Spinning Side Slam) to swing the match in his favor. The match continued this back and forth style, with Daniel keeping RISA down with hard hitting moves like the Bridging German Suplex and his trusty Link’s Crossbow (Rolling Cutter) while the Super Tiger mounted her comeback with a wicked Poisonrana and followed up with some hard open palm strikes and a gorgeous Meteora that saw her dive off the top, onto her opponent who was on the outside at the time. The finish of the contest came when The Super Tiger was able to get the upper hand of more fast paced fists and kicks, knocking Dream down with a Superkick before heading up to the top rope. From there she leapt off with a beautiful Flight of the Tiger (Rotating Frog Splash) but at the very last second Daniel was able to recover just enough to counter it mid-air into the Konami Code-breaker (Double Knee Facebuster) and pin RISA for the 1-2-3. As Dream celebrates his hard earned victory we go fade to the EPIC and Amazon Prime logos.