(3/30/20) Chaos 4 Jul 6, 2021 17:30:30 GMT -5
Post by Action Reel on Jul 6, 2021 17:30:30 GMT -5
Dragan Hill: Prologue
The scene opens with the camera rotating downward. We are in the Chaos Complex, but it’s empty . . . nearly. There is a pulpit in the center of the ring, and Dragan Hill stands behind it, ready to give a sermon. He is in his prototypical white buttondown, black slacks, and shined black loafers. His shirt is buttoned all the way to the top button. A silver cross dangles at his neck. He wears a confident smirk beneath his mustache. His hands are firmly set at the upper corners of the pulpit, his elbows nearly locked, but not quite. His eyes appear to flicker as the camera settles.
Dragan Hill: “Pan ymunais ar EPIC dywedwyd wrthyf fod hwn yn lle i adrodd fy stori. Dywedwyd wrthyf mai dyma'r lle i fod os wyf am i'r byd wybod pwy ydw i a beth ydw i i gyd. Fe wnaethant ddweud wrthyf fod gen i fy nhynged yn fy nwylo ac mai fy lle i oedd gadael i chi, y gwylwyr, wybod yn union pwy ydw i ac rydw i i gyd yn ymwneud.”
[When I signed on to EPIC I was told that this is a place to tell my story. I was told that this is the place to be if I want the world to know who I am and what I'm all about. They told me that I had my fate in my hands and that it was up to me to let you, the viewers, know exactly who I am and I am all about.]
The Welshman is noticeably more fired up than his previous addresses to the EPIC faithful.
Dragan Hill: “Gwneuthum fy ymddangosiad cyntaf ar ail bennod EPIC. Gosodais y record ar gyfer y pin cyflymaf yn yr hyrwyddiad ar un eiliad ar ddeg. Yr wythnos ganlynol, trechais wrthwynebydd sydd eisoes yn llawer mwy sefydledig nag ydw i. Cafodd ei aflonyddu braidd gan y modd y cefais fy muddugoliaeth, ond ta waeth. Fi yw'r unig reslwr dau a sero ar y rhestr ddyletswyddau.”
He pauses as we are treated to a close up of his face.
Dragan Hill: “Addewais i chi i gyd y byddwn yn miniogi'r haearn yma yn EPIC. Addewais i chi i gyd y byddwn yn gorfodi’r cynnyrch gorau posibl allan o’r cwmni. Heno, rwyf am addo ichi y cewch stori Dragan Hill. Rwyf eisoes wedi bod yn ei ysgrifennu reit o'ch blaen: mab pregethwr a ddaeth yn wrestler pro.”
Dragan Hill: “Dim ond yn y prologue i fy stori yr ydym.”
[We are only in the prologue to my story.]
Dragan Hill: “Fy enw i yw Dragan Hill. Maen nhw'n fy ngalw i'n Fab Afradlon. Rwyf yma i ddod â'r gorau allan o EPIC, ac rydych chi'n credu'n well y byddaf yn cyflawni fy nod. Am byth.”
[My name is Dragan Hill. They call me the Prodigal Son. I am here to bring the best out of EPIC, and you better believe that I will accomplish my goal.]
He winks and we cut to black.
We move inside the studio where the smiling face of Bridget Lewis-Killings greets us for the normal show opening.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to EPIC Chaos, I’m Bridget Lewis-Killings and we are so excited to be one week closer to REBIRTH where the first ever EPIC World Champion will be crowned. We’ll also find out tonight who will be squaring off for the Chaos Championship at REBIRTH as well. We heard from the impressive and undefeated Dragan Hill to kick things off but now let’s hear from a man we saw last week but he makes his official in ring debut tonight, Ryan Shane.
Bridget turns her attention to the screen behind her and the camera cuts backstage where a confident Ryan Shane stands prepared for in ring competition tonight. The smirk on his face tells you everything you need to know about how he’s feeling. While he may be cocky, his tone comes across as very serious.
Ryan Shane: Last week I showed up and made an immediate impact here at EPIC. You see with just a few choice words I let my intentions known. Now anyone who has followed my career knows that I’m everything I claim to be. I’m not here to make friends, I have enough of those. I’m here to look after family.
He continues to speak, his tone doesn’t waver.
Ryan Shane: That’s why I made sure to single Graham Baker. I know he thinks he and JC are buddies, and that they are going to take on the world together. The thing is that Baker isn’t the man for the job. He’s being replaced by the better version. There’s no one better suited to stand side by side with a Keeton than me!
A smile comes across his face as he continues.
Ryan Shane: You see tonight I’ve got a match against Onyx. I made it very clear that I needed this. You see Baker, I know that I’ve already got you on your heels. I laid into you last week with words and you couldn’t do anything but take it. I could have left it at that, but I wanted to make sure I got my point across. I’m all about action. Tonight I’m going to show you what’s in your future if you don’t heed my warning. Your services aren’t needed here Baker. Walk away while you still can!
Shane just stares into the camera as a smirk returns to his face.
A Tale Of Two Sets
The camera cuts to a camera inside of a limousine. In the back of the limo sits Lizzy and Landon Dalmon. The two are dressed to impress. Lizzy looks relaxed, but Landon looks anything but. They are headed to the Chaos Complex for tonight’s show.
Landon Dalmon: Can you speed it up? Good help really is hard to find…
Lizzy places her hand on her brother's shoulder.
Lizzy Dalmon: You really need to relax. We'll get there when we get there. You know a Dalmon is never late.
She starts to rub his chest but he just can't calm down.
Landon Dalmon: It's not that. It's that I couldn't help you win last week. I'm not used to failing.
Lizzy Dalmon: You didn't fail. We were cheated. People don't want to see us succeed. They're jealous of us. You know this…
He sighs, knowing she's right.
Landon Dalmon: I know the rest of the roster is beneath us. I know we're being held back, while another set of siblings seems to be catching all the breaks.
Lizzy Dalmon: Those guys? They're nobodies. They don't have the kind of relationship we do.
She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Landon Dalmon: Do we know that for sure?
She thinks for a moment.
Lizzy Dalmon: Actually maybe they do. There's no way they could spend that much time rolling around in each other's arms without a little experimentation.
Landon Dalmon You know how much I love experimenting…
She smiles and starts to run her hand down his leg. Before anything can progress further, the limo comes to an abrupt stop. The driver, a muscular black man turns to them.
Limo Driver: We're here…
He gets out and opens the door for the two Dalmons. They walk past him throwing large bills at his feet.
Limo Driver: At least I don't have to clean the leather.
JC Keeton & "Hungry" Jack Swanson vs. Wyldeside
We rejoined Bridget in the studio.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: We move from a pair of siblings who leave little to the imagination to another pair who have been strictly business since arriving in EPIC. Thanks to a miscue between Dizzie and Drake Connors Wyldeside picked up a huge win last week but can they continue that momentum against the two men who will be facing each other for the EPIC World Championship at REBIRTH in Hungry Jack Swanson and JC Keeton? Let's take a look..
She turns her attention to the screen behind her and it lights up, filling the scene with highlights from the match. JC and Ethan started the match and Keeton looked to end it quickly hitting Ode to the Outlaw within the first minute of the match but the bigger of the two Wylde brothers broke up the pin saving the matches for Wyldeside. From there frequent tags between Ethan and Lucas was the story of the match as they isolated JC and really did a number on his left arm. Eventually JC was able to make the hot tag to Jack who treated the brothers like small children including Gorilla Pressing the 6'5" 265lb Lucas Wylde over the top rope. Late in the match Swanson looked to end things for good but Keeton made a blind tag and looked for Youth in Motion but Lucas shoved Jack into his path and the forearm shot connected flush with the big man's jaw and he stumbled backwards falling out of the ring. A shocked JC didn't even have time to react before he ate a face full of Ethan's knees off Wylde Ride(Shatter Machine) and Lucas pinned the CCW Platinum Champion before the 400lb Hungry Jack could get back in the ring.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: And Wyldeside pick up another win over a team of singles stars that clearly aren't on the same page as they defeat JC Keeton and Jack Swanson in 14 minutes and 33 seconds.
A Real Challenge
Inside of the ring Ethan and Lucas Wylde are celebrating their victory over JC Keeton and Hungry Jack. Suddenly they are interrupted by Lizzy and Landon Dalmon who appear on the screen above the entrance ramp.
Landon Dalmon: Hey Wyldestyle…
Lizzy Dalmon: I think it’s Wyldeside dear brother.
Landon Dalmon: I don’t care if they go by doggystyle! My message is still the same. I know that you guys think you're pretty good don’t you? Picking up all these wins against mix and match teams?
Inside the ring the Wyldes seem to agree as they have been on quite the roll since falling short in their debut match at EPIC.
Landon Dalmon: Why don’t you two try taking on a real team?
Lizzy Dalmon: What my brother is trying to say is...why don’t you two try playing with us instead of playing with each other.
The Wyldes don’t appreciate what Lizzy is insinuating.
Landon Dalmon: Rebirth is a few weeks away. Why don’t you take some time to think about it.
Lizzy Dalmon: Don’t think too hard though, wouldn’t want you to get distracted.
She gives a little wave as the screen goes dark.
The Impatient Wolf & The Empress
The camera goes backstage to show a slender man in street clothes and a white wolf mask, his natural eye color obscured by blackout sclera contacts, knocking on Analicia Morales-Connors’ office door. A firm, confident woman’s voice responds with “Come in!”, so the man in the wolf mask opens the door and enters the room to find a seated Ana literally writing the checks for EPIC’s workers, making notes in the account book next to the checkbook. Ōkami no Ame slams his fists knuckles down onto the expensive cherrywood desk of EPIC’s co-owner. And she looks up from her work and stares into the glossy, all-black eyes of the strong-style aeronaut and smiles, unperturbed by his obvious annoyance.
Analicia Morales-Connors: Yes, hello *bleep*. What can I do for you?
Ōkami’s eyes narrow a bit.
Ōkami no Ame: Did... Did you just call me by my REAL name?
Analicia Morales-Connors: Why, yes *bleep*, I sure did. Was it supposed to be some kind of secret?
She lets him squirm for a moment as he processes that statement, then shakes his head.
Ōkami no Ame: Don’t. Do. That. I mean, duh. Hello, mask? Of COURSE it’s supposed to be a secret. But never mind... I came to you because, well, I know you. I don’t know this Quinn guy... And I wanna know why the hell I’m not on the card at all tonight. When’s it gonna be MY turn, dammit?
Ana eyes the masked man for a moment, tapping her pen against her full, red lips to aid her thought process. Then she smiles.
Analicia Morales-Connors: Well, *bleep*, we frankly haven’t needed you yet. Dance cards are pretty full at the moment, but I’ll tell you what, kid... How would you like to debut at EPIC’s very first pay per view?
Ōkami no Ame: Seriously, Ana... Cut it out... I’m trying to maintain a sense of mystery, drama, and entertainment here. As for debuting at the PPV? Shiiiiit... Sounds good to me.
Ana smirks, as she obviously knows who this masked man is and enjoys toying with him, but then the smirk fades and she’s suddenly all business.
Analicia Morales-Connors: Good, it’s settled then. I’ll throw the wolf a steak to whet his appetite. Now shoo, shoo, go pee on a tree or something Ōkami.
She immediately dismisses the masked man’s presence, going back to filling out checks and making notes in the account book. Ōkami straightens up, even wipes off the knuckle prints off of Ana’s gleaming, highly polished desk with his t-shirt. Then, pumping a fist in victory, the man in the wolf mask exits the office, closing the door quietly. As the camera fades back to the studio, Ana can be heard to snort and mutter “men” in a derisive tone...
Can’t Keep a Good Banana Down
Inside the Chaos Complex the fans are becoming restless waiting for the next match when “Yummy” by Justin Bieber hits and the boos start up and Nanners makes his way out jawing at the fans as he makes his way to the ring where he takes a mic from a ring attendant.
Nanners: What did I tell you about booing me? I told you the next time I step into this building I expected a hero’s welcome and this is how you greet me? I bet you’re all glad I went to jail last week and didn’t get a chance to redeem myself from that fluke loss to that bible thumping Welsh prick huh?
The fans chant various things from “Yes!” to “Nanners Sucks”, a few chant “Deadbeat” which really pisses the banana off.
Nanners: Cute, real cute! You think calling me a deadbeat is gonna get under my peel but it’s not. I know those little bananas ain’t mine! I’ve offered to have a DNA test and we’re still trying to get that worked out. I’m not here for that though I’m here to wrestle, this is a wrestling show right? Who wants to face the Bad Banana tonight? Get me an opponent out here so I can prove that my first match was a fluke.
Nanners vs. Chiaki Kodaka
We return to the studio and Bridget sitting behind her desk.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Nanners wouldn’t have to wait long before his challenge was answered by the demure Chiaki Kodaka who was making her EPIC debut and had the fans behind her. Would she pick up the win or would the banana get his first win? Let’s take a look.
Bridget turns to the screen and we move back inside the Chaos Complex where Chiaki makes her way out to answer Nanners challenge. The match began with the tiny Japanese star using her speed to keep the 6’7” Nanners from getting his hands on her. Her kicks didn’t seem to phase him though but a Bulldog finally took him off his feet. As he got to his knees she blasted him with a Shining Wizard that put the banana down for the count and Chiaki picked up the win.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Well Nanners certainly lasted longer than his debut but he was still unable to get the win as he Chiaki Kodaka gets the win in 4 minutes and 3 seconds. We’re going to stay with this feed however as Nanners completely snapped after the match.
As Chiaki rolled off Nanners she hopped up on the turnbuckle to celebrate as the fans cheered her wildly. Nanners got to his feet and charged Chiaki, knocking her from the top rope all the way to the floor outside. He slid out of the ring and began tossing her into the barricade before throwing her into the ring. He sets her up in the corner and hit her with a Bronco Buster before bringing her out of the corner and dropping her with That’s Appealing (X-Factor). He stands over her before pulling a banana from his trunks and shoving the unpeeled banana down her throat causing her to choke and gag. Security rush the ring pulling him off of her and trying to remove the banana that was lodged in her throat while the fans shower the now proud Nanners with boos.
Broken Hearted Violence
The Fox (What Does the Fox Say??) by Ylvis echoes throughout The Chaos Complex as the fans in attendance go crazy singing along. El Diablo Blanco emerges out onto the entrance playing air guitar to the beat. Still trying to bounce around that same oomph is slightly lacking as he is still feeling the effects of his match with Scar from last week. Slightly limping along the aisleway El Diablo is still trying to entertain his Diablo Nation. Once in the ring he calls for a microphone.
El Diablo Blanco: How's the Nation doing this evening?
The fans continue to erupt with applause.
El Diablo Blanco: Now listen up my Brothers and Sisters. Last week I went to the extreme. I personified what this Violence Division is supposed to mean. I was set on fire, brothers.
El Diablo Blanco removes his sweater to show that his arm is still slightly wrapped up from the burns.
El Diablo Blanco: With the strength of all those Little Diablitos out there and the unity of the Diablo Nation we rallied and I defeated Scar, Brothers. Now, I think we should get Daniel Dream and Madman in a rematch from last week just because of how things ended but I got a proposition for you brothers. After last week I earned a shot at the Violence Title. I'm asking to be put in this match and we make this a three way dance, brothers.
This delights the fans as they start chanting three way dance. El Diablo Blanco paces back and forth in the ring awaiting a response.
"Die Anywhere Else" by MandoPony plays over the PA system as Daniel Dream walks down the entrance ramp. Danny enters the ring and gets a microphone from a ring assistant. Daniel looks at El Diablo Blanco and points at him.
Daniel Dream: OBJECTION! When you were Violence Champion, I had to compete one on one for the Violence Championship. Now that Madman is Violence Champion, I shouldn’t have to compete in a three way for the Violence Championship THAT I NEVER LOST! Because I wasn't pinned, I'm going to load a previous save file. I think I deserve a rematch for the Violence Championship, ONE ON ONE TONIGHT!
"Not Going Away" by Ozzy blasts from the speakers bringing the CEO out onto the stage, mic in hand to another massive pop.
Robert Quinn: I'm glad you feel that way Daniel and the passion is certainly appreciated but I'm the one that decides who deserves what around here. I think the man standing in the ring with you that suffered horrific burns and had to be given blood after the match he had last week epitomizes this division and should get a shot as well.
The Three Way Dance chants start back up and Robert nods his head.
Robert Quinn: I spoke with Kyu earlier and he is so embarrassed by what he believes is the incompetence of a visually impaired official that he doesn't want to show his face or be acknowledged as Violence Champion until he earns it. I also spoke with my Advisor of Violence Captain Howdy and he feels that the standard 3 count needs to be thrown out for all matches in the Violence Division so that we avoid things like what happened last week between Daniel and the Madman. Therefore I'm making it official that starting tonight the only way to win a Violence division match is by Knockout, Submission, or by pinning your opponent for a count of 5.
Dream and Blanco both seem pleased by this and the fans begin chanting "5".
Robert Quinn: With that said Daniel Dream you will get your rematch tonight but I am officially adding El Diablo Blanco to the match and making it a…
"Freak on a Leash" by Korn cuts off the CEO as Katrina Von Feer makes her way out accompanied by a short chubby man in his 50s wearing a lab coat.
Katrina Von Feer: Hello Roberto! Meet Dr. Ausfhart, the physician who treated both my pet Scar and El Diablo Blanco following their match last week. Doctor why don't you tell Mr. Quinn what you told me about Anton and El Diablo Blanco.
Katrina holds the mic in the face of the blonde doctor, who speaks with a thick German accent.
Dr. Ausfhart: I can not clear these men to compete until they have gone through extensive testing. Mr. Scarlov complied fully and will be able to compete again on the 6th of April. The other man, the masked gentleman in the ring refused treatment and testing. In fact because he would not give us his real name we can not find records of as much as a basic physical examination which is required to receive a wrestling license by the state of Nevada. This means that the person known as El Diablo Blanco must complete extensive testing and have a full physical evaluation before we can clear him to compete.
The fans boo loudly as Katrina blows a kiss to Blanco who looks crushed before giving the doctor a "good game" pat on the butt before they exit. A stunned Robert Quinn looks to Daniel Dream in the ring.
Robert Quinn: Well Daniel it looks like you'll be getting that one on one rematch after all.
The fans boo as Robert exits through the curtain and El Diablo Blanco makes his way down the aisle with his head down leaving Dream alone in the ring.
Tonight is a big night for both Muru and Moros. With a win they will seize an opportunity to become Chaos champion. While things have been far from smooth for the two in EPIC, they know they both need to be on the same page if they want to accomplish their goals. They might be getting ready together, but the silence is telling. It’s not going to be easy for them to work alongside one another unless something changes.
Muru: Listen, I don’t agree with how you picked up your victory last week. Sure JC Keeton might be chosen but that doesn’t mean you had to cheat. Is that who you want to be, is that what you want to be known for?
Moros: I know this sounds cliche but you really don’t understand.
The young man under the mask lets out a sigh and lowers his head.
Moros: I wanted to be known as my own person, stripped away from who I’m supposed to be but that’s become so much harder ever since she strolled in and I’m damned either way. The Keeton thing? I’ll gladly admit that was personal, but it did something too. I just, look man I don’t know, okay?
As Moros continues to look away from the veteran, Muru tries to comfort the young wrestler.
Muru: I may not understand everything that’s going on with you. I’m not trying to say I do. I just want you to make the right choices that make sense for you kid. It can’t be easy having expectations thrust upon you. You don’t have to worry about making anyone happy but yourself. I’m just trying to be here and support you in whatever you need. I see a lot of potential in you. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you.
Moros: Make myself happy? Man, if you knew what I had to go home to, you’d know that aside from baked goods and a dream of running off with the one who makes them, I’m a long way from happy. Unfortunately I have too many responsibilities, things I need to take care of and fix before I can even think of having my own life. This was supposed to be my chance, it still kind of is, but now I have the shadow.
Moros paused for a second, letting out a small laugh before sighing again.
Moros: Look...I appreciate you being here, I do. You’re either truly genuine or one of the best actors around, I’m kind of at a point where I’m okay with either because.. it’s a change from the norm and.. I’ll be fine for tonight, you don’t have to worry about a thing.
Muru: I assure you I’m genuine. I appreciate sharing a bit about yourself, and I’m here if you want to talk some more. As for tonight, if you say I don’t have to worry then I trust you. This is a big match for both of us.
Moros: Thanks...and yeah, I know but as far as the match goes, we got this.
The Early Bird Catches the Worm
The guttural screams of a woman can be heard as Ali Quinn leads a group of security towards the sound. They start opening doors in the backstage area until they come to one that the screams seem to be coming from. The main security guard ushers Ali behind him as he draws his taser and opens the door. The room is pitch black but crying can be heard as Ali flips the light on. Sitting tied to a chair in the middle of the empty room is Katrina Von Feer and laying in the floor in front her is a beaten and bloody Scar. The corners of his mouth have been slit giving him a permanent smile ala The Joker. A huge, fresh tattoo that just says “HIX” in very sloppy writing is also scrolled across his torso. When Ali sees the letters she blurts out an expletive.
Ali Quinn: FUCK!
Ali goes to Katrina and begins to untie her, leaning down and whispering in her ear.
Ali Quinn: Is he still here?
Katrina shakes her head no. Ali begins yelling.
Ali Quinn: Get a medic in here! Now!
A team of medical personnel rush in and begin tending to Scar. As Ali finishes untying Katrina she notices that she too has “HIX” now tattooed much smaller on her left breast.
Ali Quinn: We’ll get that removed or covered up for you. Are you ok?
Katrina shakes her head no, and tries to speak, her makeup is smeared all over her face from crying and her voice is raspy from screaming.
Katrina Von Feer: He...he makes Anton and I look completely sane. He was talking to someone who wasn’t there the whole time. He said that no one here knows true violence. I’m used to being the one who scares people not the other way around.
Ali Quinn: I told my Dad and Captain Howdy both that signing him was a bad idea but he wasn’t supposed to be here until next week. I think we’ve made a huge mistake.
Ali tries to comfort Katrina as they load Scar onto a stretcher and we go to Bridget in the studio.
Kyūkyoku no Kyōjin vs. “The EPIC Gamer” Daniel Dream
The screen behind Bridget is already showing clips of the Violence Championship rematch between “The EPIC Gamer” Daniel Dream and Kyūkyoku no Kyōjin when we return to the studio.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: That was a frightening scene but the show must go on. Since EPIC returned one month ago the Violence division has been a major focus, harking back to the days when hardcore wrestling was all the rage and everyone wanted to be extreme. Last week Kyūkyoku no Kyōjin captured the title from Daniel Dream but The Epic Gamers shoulder was clearly up before three. This prompted Robert Quinn earlier tonight to announce that it would take a 5 count to win the championship moving forward. The rematch from last week was on and here’s how it went down.
As the clips begin to roll they fill the screen and the match was a surprisingly technical affair in the early goings with each man pulling out nearly their entire repertoire of moves before they made their way backstage. Madman brought a broom out of the janitors closet that he would use to pummel his larger opponent. Not to be outdone Dream found a mop and the two stars began to joust using the broom and mop. Daniel snapped the mop handle across the thigh of Kyu dropping him to his knee and causing him to drop the broom. Dream then picked up the mop bucket and dumped the dirty mop water on Madman’s head. The next several minutes of the match were all Daniel Dream as the former champion drug Kyojin out into the parking garage and hit a DDT on the roof of a limo that strongly resembled the one The Dalmons were seen in earlier. The impact of the DDT shattered the moonroof of the limo and split the champion open but Madman lived up to his name kicking out at 2.5. It looked like Dream was well on his way to recapturing the title before Madman shrugged off the Konami Code Breaker and snatched the ankle of Dream into Runnin' On Stumps (Heel Hook) and after several seconds of trying to fight his way out The EPIC Gamer was forced to quit in order to play another day.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Kyūkyoku no Kyōjin left no doubt that he truly deserves the be called the Violence Champion as he forced a proud former champion in Daniel Dream to submit 31 minutes and 18 seconds into the match.
They Mean Well
Switching things over to the backstage locker room area we once again see Muru seated on a bench, getting ready for his main event match later on in the evening. He looks a bit concerned still from his conversation earlier on in the night but snaps out of his focus as he hears footsteps approaching. The camera zooms out a bit as he looks up, revealing the one to have come by as Celina del Añil who looks a little bit nervous as she struggles to speak to the veteran who’s looking at her a little perplexed.
Celina del Añil: Uhh hi...now I know you’re getting ready and stuff for a really big match later on but I…
Losing what little confidence she had before entering the locker room, Celina sighed, turning her head away slightly as she continued.
Celina del Añil: Well...well I just wanted to say something super quick and then I promise I’ll leave you to focus or leave you alone forever if you like hate me..or something.
Not quite sure what to make of the young woman, Muru stands to greet her.
Muru: There's no need to be nervous. We're all a part of the same business. I've just been doing it longer is all. If you've got something to say I'm all ears.
Celina del Añil: Thank you...sorry if I come across as..me.. I just am still getting used to the whole atmosphere and I don’t have my little duster so I can’t clean to try and calm myself down. I’m getting off topic and you’re looking at me like I’m a hydra...okay.
Celina takes a moment to breathe, doing her best not to let her nerves get the best of her again.
Celina del Añil: I know I was told not to talk about the worst kept secret in the world too much by everyone and that it’s not my place, but I know about things and I don’t want it to impact other things so I’m just going to ask that you please not be too harsh. I promise he means well and is just going through changes. I know as part of my deal I’m supposed to mind my own business...and stick to making my own name, but I want you to be friends and I know he wants that too and... I’m overstepping aren’t I?
Muru takes a moment to get his thoughts together. He doesn't want to make the situation even more difficult for her.
Muru: That's not for me to decide. If what you're doing is truly what you feel is best, then I'm not going to judge you for it. When you care about someone it's not always easy to know how to react. A lot of people choose to travel this road alone, but believe me it's easier with friends. When I offer my hand in friendship I don't do so lightly, and I don't give up when things get a little tough.
He continues to look at the young woman hoping that she's feeling more at ease.
Muru: I've said this before, but I really want to give back to the next generation. If anyone, including yourself needs someone to make this journey with, all they have to do is shake my hand.
He extends his hand to Celina in friendship. Celina continues staring up for a moment, before realizing that the hand extended was for her and smiled, eagerly reaching her own out and completing the handshake. She finally lets go, putting her hand back down to her side.
Celina del Añil: See I knew you were being honest in what you were saying. It just takes us a bit to figure out sincerity due to seeing so many things happen over the years. I know he knows too, it’s just really hard and having three legacies to live up to isn’t easy. I know you weren’t too happy about last week but do know that your words are getting through. I appreciate you offering your friendship to me too, it’s really kind of you. I know I don’t deserve it just yet but I promise I’ll keep working on earning it. Now I should probably get going before Ry catches me here…. I mean Mav... I mean Moros...oh my gosh I suck at this… so much. Pretend you didn’t hear anything or he’ll kill me.
Her expression showing a ball of nerves once again, Celina slowly starts to back away until she freezes, having bumped into someone. She turns around to see that it is in fact Moros who stares down at her. She starts to mouth that she’s sorry which just causes the masked young man to shake his head.
Moros: Rose, it’s fine. Just go.
She takes the cue rather quickly and darts off before Moros looks over at Muru with a slight smirk on his face.
Moros: Sorry about that, she means well, she’s just going through some changes.
The camera cuts back to the catering area. At this moment there is no one filling their plates, and the food is still piled high. Richard Stone appears with a smile on his face, happy to see that he won’t have to deal with any big bellied behemoths this time.
Richard Stone: Finally! I finally get to dive into all this food, and it’s glorious!
Stone grabs a plate and starts filling it with chicken, and other delightful items. He grabs a fork and finds a spot at a nearby empty table. Before he can finally take a bite he is interrupted by an EPIC employee. They are wearing a headset and carrying a clipboard.
EPIC Employee: I’m sorry to interrupt you Mr. Stone, but you’re scheduled for a match.
Richard Stone: You think I don’t know that baby! I’m “Rock Hard” Richard Stone! I know when I have a match. I don’t need you to tell me! Now leave me alone, I’m got to get energy up.
The employee frowns as he double checks his clipboard.
EPIC Employee: I hate to be the bearer of bad news...but your match is next.
Stone looks up at him shocked.
Richard Stone: Ok, but I still have time. I’m sure we got to sit through the usual neverending line of other wrestlers spouting off at the mouth, right?
EPIC Employee: Unfortunately no. It’s right this moment.
Richard Stone: But my food...we got to push the match back baby!
EPIC Employee: Sorry, but there is a schedule to keep.
Stone stands up and looks at his plate defeated.
Richard Stone: Now I’m good and angry! I guess I have to take it out on Drake Connors! I’m coming for you baby!
Drake Connors vs. Richard Stone
Bridget Lewis-Killings: After finally getting Mr. Stone out of catering and to the ring, EPIC was set for its next contest. Now while I don’t want to disclose too much information, I will advise you to refrain from blinking at this time. Let’s have a look and see just why.
The bell barely had time to ring before Drake Connors went after Richard Stone, leveling the starving rock hard one with a barrage of stiff shots. Drake seems to let up for a second but it’s just so he can grab a hold of Stone bringing him down to the mat with the Divine Retribution (Modified Joker Driver) but instead of going for the cover, Drake drags him to his knees by his long locks. He mocks the attitude of Stone for a cheap pop, and then drives him to the canvas head first with the Ring of Cocytus (1916 DDT) before locking in the Torment of the Fallen, which Stone tapping out as quickly as he can in his dazed state.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: There you have it everyone, in very decisive fashion Drake Connors scores the win at just 2 minutes and 4 seconds against Richard Stone by submission. However things didn’t end there as you’ll see right now.
Anything You Can Do...
After making quick work of his opponent and returning to the backstage area, Drake finds a waiting Dizzie who steps up to the much larger man with a wild smile on her face.
Dizzie: Very nice, big guy. Veeeerrry nice.
Drake Connors: So you were watching, yeah? Scouting me out. Smart move. Took care of that jabronie real quick.
Drake smirks, holding up his right fist, glancing at his opponent’s blood on his knuckles. Moving quickly, Dizzie lifts her own right arm and presses her wrist into Drake’s, a fierce grin on her face as Drake, showing no surprise returns the pressure with equal force, an equally fierce smile on his features as the pair stare deeply into each other’s eyes.
Dizzie: Oh yeah, best believe I got my eye on you, big man. You’re one of the best pure fighters here.
Drake smiles, taking the compliment but not missing the qualifier in the fiery woman’s comment.
Dizzie: You beat him fast. Next week, I’ll beat him faster, because anything you can do...
She says this last in a sing-song voice and Drake laughs, breaking their “clash” stance and trading a brief knuckle bump with the tiny but fierce fighter.
Drake Connors: We’ll just see about that, Dizz old chum.
Still chuckling, Drake walks away, and Dizzie’s eyes stay focused on her future opponent, causing her to cross her arms, give a quick nod and mutter quietly to herself...
Dizzie: Very nice.
Drake Connors: I heard that!
Dizzie’s eyes widened in disbelief, and she turns away, trying to laugh it off. Drake laughs himself, never stopping or even looking back as the scene fades.
The scene shifts backstage where a camera catches Hungry Jack making his way through the corridors of the Chaos Complex. Around him members of the crew go about their work which is important in keeping the show going smoothly. Swanson ignores them as he just continues his walk shaking his head in disbelief. He grabs a nearby towel and wipes the still beading sweat from his brow. When he finishes he finds that he is no longer alone. Standing in front of him is CCW Platinum Champion JC Keeton.
JC Keeton: Hey man, I hope you know that I didn't mean to hit you.
Jack Swanson: What you did or didn't mean to do doesn't matter. You shouldn't have even been in the ring. I had things under control...but I guess you thought otherwise?
Jack of course is referring to JC tagging himself into the match.
JC Keeton: Look man, I'm trying to be civil here. I know we're gonna be in the ring against each other in a few weeks fighting for the biggest prize in the world but we don't have to be enemies.
JC looks up at Jack and his expression doesn't change.
JC Keeton: I tagged myself in cause it's a tag team match, that's how it works. Just cause you're the size of two people don't mean you are. I came here to apologize but honestly if you wanna play the blame game blame yourself considering I beat those same guys a few weeks ago with a guy half your size as my partner.
Hungry Jack can only chuckle to himself. He stares down at the smaller man before him.
Jack Swanson: If I blamed you, you wouldn't still be standing. I'm not blaming anyone. We were a team, win or lose, we were in it together. It didn't go our way but nothing has changed. It's still you and me at REBIRTH. If you want to be a hot head or blow off some steam, I strongly suggest you direct your energy elsewhere.
JC Keeton: Where would you suggest?
JC looks around and he and Jack are the only two people around.
JC Keeton: You know what, I am a hot head, it's been my downfall in the past and it was tonight. I wanted the glory and I wanted the win to be because of me and it cost us both. I'm sorry. You can either accept my apology and we move past this or you can stand there making threats and trying to intimidate me which is never gonna work and we do what is expected of two guys who are just weeks away from a match with the kinda stakes were going into and beat the piss out of each other but I'd prefer we wait until it matters. The choice is yours big man.
Jack Swanson: You've got a set on you. There aren't a lot of guys who will stand there and not be a little scared. I like it!
This time Hungry Jack lets out a hearty laugh.
Jack Swanson: I accept your apology. You are right though, in a few weeks there's not going to be any pleasantries. I don't know how much time I have left and nothing means more to me than being the first ever EPIC World Champion. No doubt you feel the same. So alright let's wait until REBIRTH and leave it all in the ring.
Hungry Jack starts to walk past JC Keeton but stops and places his huge hand on the youngster's shoulder.
Jack Swanson: Just one last piece of advice...you might want to bulk up!
Jack walks off and JC flexes his bicep looking down at it before shrugging.
The scene fades in on Drake Connors and Moros. Drake is wearing focus mitts on his hands and is running the masked kid through some striking drills.
Drake Connors: Bob and weave, kid! Widen your stance a bit! Good! Don’t plant your feet till you’re ready to strike… Perfect!
Moros strikes the mitts with strength and precision, his focus total, an intense look hidden underneath his mask. He hits a particularly vicious left/right combo, and ducks, bobs, and weaves when Drake unexpectedly lashes out at his head.
Drake Connors: There ya go! Keep this up, and I’m gonna make ya eat lightning and crap thunda!
Moros, who was throwing another combo at the mitts suddenly burst out laughing, missing the strikes completely. Drake laughs with the kid as he strips off the mitts. With a look of pride, he claps Moros on the back.
Drake Connors: I think that’s enough for now, kiddo. You’re as ready as you're gonna be.
Moros, who is breathing a little hard and sweating just a tiny bit, nods, and is about to reply when a knock on the door interrupts him. With a slight hesitation after getting a nod from Drake, Moros opens the door to reveal a member of EPIC security, the guard’s presence causing the masked young man to step back and let him in, looking a bit confused as the middle aged man speaks up.
Security Guard: I’m sorry to interrupt gentlemen but there’s a man trying to come into the backstage area looking for you Moros.
Moros: For me? What the hell for?
Security Guard: I’m not exactly sure what for but he says he’s your father.
Moros: Oh shit...
Suddenly all the color drains from the face hidden beneath the mask of Moros, the young man, taking a step back before turning himself away from both Drake and the guard. A thunderous frown crosses Drake’s face as he politely thanks the guard and ushers the older man out of the room, closing the door and leaning his forehead against the wood, steeling himself before blanking his expression and turning to the masked kid, who is facing away, tension clearly drawn in every inch of his frame, from his slumped shoulders to his quivering, clenched fists. Speaking softly, carefully, Connors addresses the turned back of Moros.
Drake Connors: Kid… Mav. Look at me.
Moros stands with his back turned for a moment longer, then turns to face Drake. The kid’s shoulders are still slumped, his fists clenched, his expression (or what can be seen of it) twisted into a knot of confusion, resentment, and a burning fury. Careful to keep his own expression neutral, Drake continues.
Drake Connors: Whatever you want to do, I will be there right beside you. I’ll back your play. Do you want to see your (and here, Drake cannot keep the venom out of his voice, though his facial expression does not change) father?
It takes the young man a bit of time to respond, several different emotions struggling to fight their way out.
Moros: I don’t…
Moros pauses mid-sentence, the confusion, anger and other feelings clashing, which causes him to turn his back once more. Finally he just simply nods his head before speaking up, his voice softer than usual.
Moros: I….think we should go.
Drake, who knows more than most what emotions must be coursing through the young man’s mind, gently places a hand on Moros’ shoulder and nods.
Drake Connors: Then let’s go.
Moros takes a moment to steady himself, nods and the pair turn and exit the room, the camera following them to the backstage area where a couple of security guards are holding back an all-too-recognizable Joshua Lokamp, though this is a Josh Lokamp who has clearly seen better days. His once meticulously kept hair is now straggly and greasy, his beard wild and unkempt, and as Drake and the hesitant Moros approach, Drake’s nose wrinkles; Lokamp stinks to high heaven of cheap booze, and Connors also notices this wreck of a man scratching unconsciously at his left arm, at can what only be a score of track marks this bozo in the ratty, stained official Lokamp merch shirt, stained jeans and scuffed up, dirty canvas sneakers isn’t even bothering to try to hide from his only son. Moros pulls up short as he sees the wreck Lokamp has become, and Drake stops behind the kid, crossing his arms and staring at Josh with a blank expression, the index finger of his left hand tapping on his right bicep the only indication of his outright loathing of this creature before them. Unsure of how to proceed, Moros looks to Drake noting his blank expression, before turning his gaze back over to Lokamp, doing his best to cover up his emotions as well. After a moment, he speaks up, asking a simple but poignant question.
Moros: What are you doing here?
Clearly not caring about Moros’ opening gambit, Lokamp launches into what is clearly a very rehearsed speech.
Josh Lokamp: Hey there, my little man! I just came by to watch you work. It does my heart proud to see my little man carrying on the family business!
As he speaks, Lokamp’s teeth show through his beard, and it is clear that they haven’t been taken care of in a while. Moros wrinkles his nose at the truly terrible halitosis being flung his way as Lokamp continues his pre rehearsed speech, scratching at his arm and doing the junkie shuffle. As his attention is fully on Moros and nothing else, he doesn’t notice as Drake silently makes his way to stand behind him (a fact which seems to steel Moros’ resolve).
Josh Lokamp: Yeah, you’ve been doin’ real good under the tutelage of that Mushu guy. I’m so proud of my little man! But, uh, listen son, I’ve, uh, well, your old man has hit some hard times. Hard, hard times, and, well, I can’t seem to ever get you on the phone or even get my court approved visitations because of your mama, but, uh… I figured with my little man doing so well, maybe you could help your old man out?
Drake, now standing silently behind Lokamp speaks up.
Drake Connors: Are you fucking serious? You haven’t seen the kid or been involved in his life for over ten years, and you show up out of the blue to hit him up for cash to feed your drug habit?
Lokamp spins around, snarling, poking a finger at Drake (who notices that the fingernail is dirty and chewed to a nub).
Josh Lokamp: YOU SHUT UP! You don’t get to take control of the narrative! This is between me and, and, and, uh, MY son!
Drake smirks, clearly catching the fact that Lokamp can’t even remember “his” son’s name. The broken, smelly man glares at Drake for a moment longer before turning his back on him to once again address Moros.
Josh Lokamp: So, uh, what do ya say, my little man? Can ya help your poor old dad out?
Moros stands in silence, his mind processing all that has gone on and when the reality of the situation hits, he turns his head away slightly in both disbelief and disgust. Letting out another of many sighs he’s had to because of Lokamp over the years he finally turns his gaze back over to him before shaking his head.
Moros: No... I’m not… I can’t… just no.
It takes a moment for the “no” to register, but when it does, Lokamp’s face twists in an intense rage, snarling at Moros.
Josh Lokamp: You little bastard! You’re just like your fuckin’ mama! Always refusing to help me, always fuckin’ upstaging me! That’s why I always had to put that bitch in her place! To remind her…
Lokamp doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before Moros’ hand snaps out seemingly of it’s own accord, blasting the raggedy man right in the chin, chopping off his tirade emphatically. Lokamp staggers back, where a waiting Drake finally moves, locking the smelly bastard in a full nelson. His icy blue eyes lock with Moros’, and a signal seems to pass between them. Moros charges in, bouncing on the toes of his feet, never planting them until he throws a punch, just as Drake had shown him, putting all his weight, rage, confusion, frustration and resentment into every blow. Though the kid is much smaller, his blows lift Lokamp several inches with every impact. A hard right to Lokamp’s side and Drake very clearly hears ribs snap from the ferocity of the punch, and he lets go of his hold, letting Moros take total control of the situation… Which the kid does with AUTHORITY. The punches come fast and furious, and though Lokamp tries to cover up, Moros blasts through his defenses. Moros delivers the hardest knee to the groin Drake has ever seen in all his years in the business, so forceful is the blow that Lokamp is lifted a foot off the ground before landing back on his feet and bending over, right into a series of vicious and violent head-trap knees to his face, knocking several of his yellowed teeth out of his head. Moros flicks his gaze to Drake once more, and again some signal passes between them as they simultaneously grab Lokamp by the back of his head and land a devastating double leg sweep DDT to the raggedy man, crushing his nose into the pavement, splattering blood everywhere. Drake kips up to his feet, but Moros stays at ground level, where he viciously yanks Lokamp’s head up by his greasy hair, shouting into the ragged man’s face.
Moros: You might be my biological father but THAT man…
Moros points at Drake with a stabbing finger.
Moros: THAT man is my DAD. And if you ever, EVER darken our doorstep again… I. WILL. FUCKING. KILL. YOU.
With that, he slams Lokamp’s face into the pavement, addressing the security guards now.
Moros: If that piece of shit EVER shows up here again, throw him OUT.
Drake smiles proudly at Moros as he kneels down next to Lokamp, lifting the broken man’s head up by his greasy hair.
Drake Connors: So what are we gonna do with this piece of filth, son?
Moros turns to look at Drake, clear emotion crossing his masked face at Drake’s referring to him as “son”. He smiles wickedly as Drake smashes Lokamp’s face into the pavement a few times, the proud smile never leaving his face as he looks up at his son.
Moros: Oh… I have a few ideas.
The scene fades back to the studio as Drake and Moros drag Lokamp up to his feet, Moros saying something that makes Drake laugh evilly.
Ryan Shane vs. Onyx
The camera cuts back to the studio where Bridget Lewis-Killings is sitting behind her desk.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: In our next match Ryan Shane took on ONYX. Shane had said he planned on making an example of ONYX and show Graham Baker exactly what he can do. ONYX had other plans and wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
As the match starts Shane is able to use his athletic ability to take control. An Allen Park Elbow (elbow from the middle rope) and gets a two count. Shane continues his attack until ONYX is able to fight him off. ONYX using his superior strength lays into Shane almost getting a near fall of his own after a huge body slam. Ryan Shane is once again able to gain control as he hits a chop block into the right knee of ONYX. This allows Shane to continue to work the knee to keep the big man down. A Shaning Wizard (shining wizard) finished the match at 7 minutes and 33 seconds.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Ryan Shane picked up a big win in his debut but that wouldn’t be the end of things.
Bygones be Bygones?
Inside the ring Shane is looking to hit a second shining wizard on ONYX before he is interrupted, ‘blood//water’ plays out before his own theme can, and he glances to the entrance ramp, where Graham Baker stands. He has his Silver Star Championship on his shoulder, and his ICW World Heavyweight Championship around his waist as he approaches the ring, a microphone in hand.
Graham Baker: Ryan Shane, you’ve spent so much time running me down since you’ve gotten here, yet you still haven’t proven yourself. Congratulations on your debut match, man-we’ve all gotta have our first. But let’s not beat around the bush much longer-you don’t like me, and I don’t like you. Trust me brother, I know it’s hard to learn you’ve been replaced-everyone’s always going through it one way or another.
Baker steps up on the apron, looking at Shane.
Graham Baker: Now, let me be clear, you’re allowed to have any valid feelings that you so want to have about JC finding a newer, younger gun to take your spot, but you’ve gotta learn to accept the future and cherish-but get over-the past.
Baker leans against the ropes.
Graham Baker: I don’t like you, Ryan, but I can acknowledge your history with JC. I can acknowledge that you might think you’re a better guy for the team, but me and JC? We’re A Cut Above, and we might be just a little bit better than you.
Baker steps into the ring, and offers his hand out.
Graham Baker: I am amicable, as much as I’m anything else, man. I want to offer you my hand to squash the beef between us, to make an understanding that, while JC’s moving on from you, he’s not forgetting about you.
Baker holds his hand out.
Graham Baker: So, can we let bygones be bygones?
Shane looks down at Baker's hand and smirks. He then asks for a microphone of his own.
Ryan Shane: I want to let it be known that there's no chance in hell that I'm shaking your hand. I'm surprised you even had the nerve to come out here tonight. I thought you'd still be at home licking your wounds after the verbal tongue lashing I gave you last week.
Shane continues to look down at the man in front of him, completely not impressed.
Ryan Shane: I don't know who you think you are, but you'll never be able to replace me. You can deny it all you want. I know why you're out here. Your words say one thing but your actions say another. If I were in your shoes I would have come out swinging. You say you're "a cut above"? I say you're nothing but a bitch!
Baker drops his hand down with a half-hearted smile. He walks toward the ropes, sighing.
Graham Baker: You know, Shane? I tried.
Baker swings around and looks for Psalm Twenty Knee, but Shane manages to duck it! Shane looks for a lariat, and Baker ducks that before looking for one of his own, but security hits the ring before either man can lay into one another! Security guards hold both men back as they swing, but neither man can land a shot as they’re separated and pulled out of the ring, leaving more to this story!
¿Yo Quiero El Diablo Blanco?
The show cuts backstage to see El Diablo Blanco slowly walking around with his head hung low. Sporting his typical Zubaz pants and hoodie, he’s already got his bags with him ready to leave for the evening. As he is about to walk out of the building an executive clad in a dark grey suit catches up with him.
Executive: Excuse me, Mr. Blanco. If I could have a minute of your time.
El Diablo looks back, still defeated after not being allowed to compete earlier today sullenly responds.
El Diablo Blanco: Sure thing, brother. You want an autograph or something.
Executive: An autograph of sorts. I was speaking with Robert Quinn earlier and wanted to speak with you about a business matter.
El Diablo looks the executive up and down and notices a lapel pin on the man’s tie. It’s the symbol for Taco Bell.
El Diablo Blanco: What do you want with me, Brother? I can’t compete. If I don’t compete I don’t get that extra dinero. Might as well not even stick around for the rest of the show. I can get home to my Little Diablitos sooner.
Executive: If you stick around just a bit longer, that dinero can appear. Just hear me out for a second if you will.
El Diablo straightens his luggage up and takes a minute to listen to the executive.
Executive: We’ve been watching the programming the last several weeks and let’s just say you’ve caught our eye. Last week our creative team caught your match with Scar and it hit them. We want to introduce a new burrito. The new Flamin’ Diablo Burrito.
El Diablo shakes his head in disgust.
El Diablo Blanco: You listen here, brother. I’m all for turning up the heat a little but you guys have got to be out of your minds trying to cash in on the reason I wasn’t even able to compete tonight. Sounds to me like you and the other Jabrons over at Taco Bell have been hitting the White Devil a bit too hard. I get the irony in that statement but I’m not about that life.
El Diablo turns to walk away when the Executive stops him again to list off everything that goes into the new Flamin’ Diablo Burrito.
Executive: It’s a burrito with Flaming Hot Cheetos and extra Diablo Sauce.
El Diablo stops in his tracks, turns his head over his shoulder and responds.
El Diablo Blanco: I do like me some Flaming Hots. Can we get some creamy Nacho cheese on them there Flaming Hots?
Executive: We can bring that idea to the team.
El Diablo Blanco: And what exactly does that entail for me?
Executive: Not only do we want to name the burrito after you we want you to be a spokesman; an ambassador of sorts.
El Diablo Blanco: Whoa now, brother. I don’t know how keen I am to that. Isn’t your slogan ‘Run for the Border’? My wife is Mexican and I’m not digging the sound of that.
Executive: Wait, what? That hasn’t been the slogan since like ‘78. We understand by today’s standards that may be a bit racially insensitive. We’ve evolved.
El Diablo Blanco: ¿Yo Quiero Taco Bell?
Executive: The 90’s. We thought it was hip and cool at the time. People liked the chihuahua.
El Diablo Blanco: Ain’t no member of the Diablo Nation liking no chihuahua, Brother. They’re like hairless rats.
Executive: We go by Live Mas as our slogan now. Occasionally we break out the Fourth Meal but Live Mas is right up your alley. The things you’ve been doing here in EPIC is the epitome of telling people to ‘Live Mas’. El Diablo Blanco repping Taco Bell just goes hand and hand. You’ve got to see that. What will it take you to sit down and discuss this deal? It’s a very lucrative offer and can prove to be very beneficial to your family.
El Diablo stands there silently for a moment, contemplating the question. He starts scratching at the fake hair on the top of the mask.
El Diablo Blanco: Taco Bell, brother, wants the leader of the Diablo Nation to hawk the Flamin’ Diablo Burrito. That’s what you’re asking of me, Brother? I’ll tell you what, brother. I’ll sit down with you and talk about the deets there for a minute but it’s gonna cost you.
Executive: Just let me know what you want.
El Diablo Blanco: I’m gonna need me 13 Bean Burritos; NO ONIONS. I’m telling you this right here, right now, brother. If there’s onions on them there burritos I’m walking. They don’t sit well with me, nuh uh, they don’t. Not one bit, brother.
El Diablo just stares at the Executive without blinking. He’s got his hand extended out for a handshake agreement as the Executive can’t quite believe that all it’s going to take is a baker’s dozen of bean burritos; one of the cheapest items on the menu.
Executive: No onions. Agreed. I’ll get Grub Hub to get that here stat. In the meantime let’s talk.
The Executive shakes Diablo’s hand as the two head off to find a vacant office.
Frank Lowe & Terra Mason vs. Moros & Muru
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Now we move on to our main event of the night which has heavy implications for the Rebirth pay-per-view as rivals Terra Mason and Frank Lowe team up against a team of rivals on a bit more friendlier terms in Muru and Moros for a chance to face off for the vacant EPIC Chaos Championship. Will Terra be able to coexist with Lowe long enough to hold back the challenge of Muru and Moros who seem to have finally gotten on the same page in what has been an emotionally charged night for the young masked man? Let’s take a look at the highlights and find out.
The match begins with both sides going back and forth a bit about who will start the match with Lowe immediately backing off and to the corner, leaving Terra in the ring obviously annoyed. However the feeling quickly turns to excitement as the masked Moros couldn’t pass up the chance to get things started with his fellow Invicta Academy graduate. The two have a fast paced exchange with arm drags, roll throughs, quick pin attempts and a couple in sync dropkicks which ends in a stalemate and applause from the appreciative crowd. Their second exchange sees the more experienced Terra take control and get a near fall nearly stolen from her as Frank made the quick tag after she dropped Moros with a Wheelbarrow Stunner. However before further confrontation, he tagged right back out. This gave Moros just enough time to tag in Muru, who had an even exchange with Terra of his own but over time, between tags, the match started to wear on the feisty blonde, with her partner no help at all aside from a few run in stomps to break up pinfall attempts on her. The end comes following a struggle between Terra and Moros on the ropes, the two exchanging strikes until the cheeky nova gets the upper hand and Mason connects with a beautiful Argentum (Second Rope Swinging Neckbreaker) onto Moros but she’s slow to crawl to the cover. Not wanting to waste anymore time, despite the official yelling, Frank gets into the ring, dragging Terra over to their corner and forcing the tag to her disbelief. With Moros beginning to stir, Lowe does the unthinkable and grabs the young man by the mask, trying to tear at it which causes Terra to finally have enough and snap, faking out the official with a distraction by the corner with Muru and running in. She grabs at Frank’s arm and turns him around before nailing a shotgun dropkick to the knee much like their first encounter. She then flips him off before walking out on the match much to the shock, but also roar of approval from the fans. Lowe grabs at his knee like he’s been seriously injured which is all Moros needed, the young man clubbing at Frank for good measure before locking in the Nightfall (Figure Four Deathlock) for the submission.