(6/15/20) Chaos 11 Jul 6, 2021 17:59:03 GMT -5
Post by Action Reel on Jul 6, 2021 17:59:03 GMT -5
Skag vs. Onyx
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Welcome everyone to another action packed episode of EPIC Chaos. As always I’m Bridget Lewis-Killings here to bring you the highlights and exclusives regarding EPIC and its incredible athletes. We begin tonight’s show with a singles match pitting Skag against Onyx. Now following what was easily one of the most disturbing things we’ve seen on the show so far that hasn’t been forcibly removed from broadcast, Skag will perhaps be looking to make another statement here tonight. What that is, we’ll find out together. One thing I do know though is that his opponent Onyx will be looking to try and get his second win ever in his long-standing career. Will he finally be able to accomplish this? Let’s go to the highlights and find out.
Bridget brings the attention over to the monitor which showcases the end of what was a pretty one-sided match in Skag’s favor. The end comes when a clearly unsatisfied Skag stares down a recovering Onyx who had just taken a Savate Kick. Ready to end things he picks up Onyx, leaving him dazed and standing as he runs the ropes for momentum. He comes back and uses his athleticism to drop Onyx with the Eurotrash Dump (Wheelbarrow Bulldog), hooking the leg for the pin and victory.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: In creepy but dominating fashion, Skag scores the victory over Onyx in just under five minutes. We now take you back to ringside for an interesting development from last week’s episode of Chaos.
The show has barely even begun when “Devil Trigger” blasts out of the PA, and a different Drake than what we’ve seen steps out from behind the curtain; No smiles, no laughter, no light up leather coat, just plain (if stylish) jeans and a T-Shirt featuring a Dalek surrounded by apples bearing the words “An apple a day keeps the Doctor away...”, the Violence Title over his shoulder, and beat up steel toed motorcycle boots. He has a mic in hand, so obviously is going to respond to Damien Maddox and his “message” last week. He ignores the fans, another first, and enters the ring almost angrily, it seems.
“Cut that fuckin’ music!”
Almost as if surprised by the profanity, Devil Trigger is cut off with startling suddenness. Drake paces a moment, then resettles. Raising the mic to his lips, he begins to speak.
The fans boo at the mention of Maddox, but Drake shakes his head, holds a quieting hand up, shutting them down.
“I bet you’re really proud of yourselves beating up people who have jack shit to do with what you want: This scrap of leather and metal over my shoulder right now. I bet you idiots are expecting me to either grovel “No please don’t hurt my friends and family” (said in cold monotone), or to rant and rave and rage “How dare you attack my friends and my little girl” (said in the same frightening monotonous voice). But that’s not why I’m out here, Maddy me laddy, I’m out here to say THANK YOU.”
The fans go dead quiet. You could hear a pin drop. Drake smiles viciously.
“You heard right, fuck butter: THANK YOU. You made me realize that I am NOT a good guy. My friend Dizzie? Put her ass through a glass cell, after several explosions. My buddy El D? Set his ass on FIRE to gain the scrap of leather and metal you so desire. You made me open my eyes and see that I’m not a very good friend. You wanna attack my friends? Go for it. For every time you attack my friends that is another week added to the time when I’ll let you challenge for this.”
Drake holds up the Violence Championship.
“For every family member you and your Asylum lackeys attack? Make that a month. But, if you can keep it in your pants, and send Man E. Faces back to Castle Greyskull, be patient, and NOT try to jump the fucking line like anybody here owes you shit, I’ll give you your shot at the Violence Title. Just remember, Maddox me Lad, I’m the longest reigning Violence champion for a REASON.”
Drake takes a moment and a few brave souls cheer, which causes the enigmatic superstar to smile.
“Just one more thing, dickface: If you EVER lay hands on my daughter again, I will rip your face off like an angry chimpanzee, wipe my ass with it, then make you eat your own shit smeared face, you get me?”
“So yeah, not what you expected, right, Omen? No screaming, nor crying, just MY terms, because I’M champion and YOU are some peon challenging me. You don’t set the rules, shmucky, I do. That’s it. No stupid catchphrase, no finger guns. Just real talk, man to man. Now hit my NEW music.”
“Brand New Numb” by Motionless in White blasts out of the PA, the fans not sure what to make of this less, well, fun Drake. The camera pans back to Bridget.
A Good Mystery
The exaggerated sounds of video game punches and kicks is heard backstage as Daniel Dream is seated playing Mortal Kombat 11 against a young, male fan seated to his right when the fan’s voice speaks up.
Fans: Do you know who Terra Mason has chosen as your mystery opponent?
Daniel Dream: I don't know yet. But when I know, you'll know, man.
Fan: I can’t wait!!!
Daniel seems to smile a tiny bit.
Fan: So, speculation, who do you think it is?
A shrug from Daniel.
Fan: Fair enough, I enjoy good mystery anyway.
Daniel Dream: I know the feeling homie.... lol, it’s a mystery game like Danganronpa or Your Turn To Die! Speaking of Your Turn To Die!
The EPIC Gamer has a satisfied smirk on his face as he hits his Fatality, his Reptile melts the fan’s Scorpion, the fan looks less than happy.
Fan: A lot of people are looking forward to both matches, have you decided Terra Manson’s mystery opponent yet?
Daniel holds his chin between the bent forefinger and thumb of his right hand.
Daniel Dream: From veterans of the business to the performer just starting out. Decisions, decisions.
Daniel’s blue eyes break their fixed gaze from the Television screen as he does some thinking but after a while the fan gets up and walks out of frame to get to his seat for Daniel’s match.
Daniel Dream: Yeah, I think so and I think I’ve made a wise decision-
Daniel’s eyes glance over to the now empty seat and The EPIC Gamer sighs as he tries to play a quick game of Mortal Kombat 11 multiplayer before his match but a message pops up on screen.
Daniel Dream: What do you mean my Xbox Live Gold membership ran out yesterday?!?
The scene fades to black on The EPIC Gamer’s now sadden face as he puts down the controller.
Playtime Partner Revealed
Terra Mason: Dearest Daniel I have to say you are truly one tough game. We’ve clashed twice now and both times we came to a draw. I was happy to see that EPIC wanted us to challenge each other in a brand new way and couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather have you play with than my amazing friend Charlie! However Charlie told me that sometimes he doesn’t play nice so I had to pick someone else so we can play later. So I looked around and decided to pick someone who seemed to make a decent fight in Dragan Hill. Even though he’s not a dragon, he’ll prove to be a test. So I wish you both the best of luck and can’t wait to see you at the boss fight!
Terra gives a playful wave as the scene cuts back to Bridget in the studio.
Daniel Dream vs. Dragan Hill
Bridget Lewis-Killings: An interesting choice for an opponent in The Prodigal Son Dragan Hill. Daniel Dream is determined to gain some momentum heading into the triple threat World Championship match. Let’s take a look at the highlights and see who came out with the victory.
After bringing attention to the monitor we head to ringside halfway through the match where Dragan Hill has Dream in a Rear Chin Lock, the crowd willing Daniel to fight through the pain. Hill was smart to cut Dream off at the pass earlier and has been on him since, utilizing leverage based suplexes and technical submissions. Dream eventually breaks the hold with a jawbreaker and from there takes over the match. Displaying the best of what he has, nailing Hill with the Superman 64 Punch, Do A Barrel Roll (Cartwheel Death Valley Driver) and a follow up Limit Breaker (Diving Elbow Drop) for a close call pin attempt. Signaling the end which causes the crowd to roar and cheer in approval, Dream sets up Hill and delivers the Konami Code-breaker (Double Knee Facebuster), the fans counting along as he gets the pin and the win.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: With an impressive showing Daniel Dream passes his test against Dragan Hill, securing the victory at the ten minute mark.
I Know Something You Don’t Know
The camera cuts in a close up shot of Johnny Payne, who is whistling. As the camera pulls back Johnny is wearing a pair of Billabong shorts, and Johnny Payne Project sleeveless shirt, and a pair of leather flip flips. Johnny glances into the camera and smiles.
Johnny Payne: You know what I’ve always wondered in this business? Why is it that someone just always happens to be talking about some top secret plan at the exact moment a camera is around they just so happen not to realize it is there? Then the follow up. No one else on the roster seems to see it either? It never made any kind of sense to me. I mean, like, even if I do a little wake and bake backstage, I still watch the show. Why would I not?
Johnny starts whistling again, the tune of “I know something you don’t know” as he nudges the camera away and points it toward his younger sister, Scarlett. The younger Payne sibling turns around when she hears the whistling, knowing Johnny’s tune anywhere. She’s decked out in an extremely short pair of cutoff shorts and her newly minted “Payne Is EPIC” pink, midriff-baring t-shirt.
Scarlett Payne: Yo bro! Whatcha doin?
Johnny Payne: Just thinking...I know something you don’t know.
Her brows raise in curiosity.
Scarlett Payne: Oh yeah? This is a first. So c’mon, give! What is it?!
Johnny Payne: I know who our partner is tonight. Let’s say it’s a good friend of mine.
Scarlett Payne: It’s not Richie is it? Ya know I love him but he’s...kinda short.
Johnny Payne: My Richie is NOT short. Whoever told you that’s lying. I’m slightly above average!!
A horrified look crosses her face before she shakes her head.
Scarlett Payne: Dude, eww! I’m talking about Channing you asshat!
Johnny sighs in relief.
Johnny Payne: Be more specific next time. I call mine Richie. But no, it’s not Channing. It’s even better!
Scarlett Payne: If it’s not Richie, then who? C’mon?!
Johnny Payne: I'd tell you but then I’d have to kill you.
She slugs Johnny on the shoulder and smiles.
Scarlett Payne: If ya don’t wanna tell me, then I’ve got no choice but to pants you in the middle of the ring. Let everyone have a good look at..eww...your Richie.
Johnny Payne: Thats what they call a ratings spike. But alas, I’ll save the surprise. But hey, gotta camera here. Why not leave some words of welcome to our opponents?
Scarlett smiles broadly as she turns to the camera.
Scarlett Payne: Ah yes, our opponents. Our wonderful cousin Mercy, who got suspended from the MMA for brutality. Devil, who just took over Mercer’s old slot as Noah’s bodyguard/paid psycho. And finally, the Crown Bitch himself, ya know the one who always looked over me and you like we were nothing. Well, until I took his Heavyweight Championship from him
She looks to Johnny curiously.
Scarlett Payne: Do you remember anytime that he actually beat me? I’m not coming up with anything.
Johnny Payne: Actually I did hear a rumor about one of your posters and some of his skin cream...but that’s about it.
Scarlett Payne: Ah gross!! I coulda done without that! But seriously, they’ve never been able to beat us without someone helping out. Like, he never got his championship back from me, he’s never had a fair match with you…
She points at her logo and smiles.
Scarlett Payne: Like it says, we’re just EPIC!
A New Challenger Revealed
Daniel Dream: Terra Mason, you are one of the competitors that is at my skill level in this game but notice how I said ONE of the competitors that is at my skill level. My choice for your opponent is the other competitor that is at my skill level in this game, yup, my choice for your opponent is…...GRAHAM BAKER!
The fans react in disbelief, some cheering and some booing the decision which brings a positive expression onto Daniel’s face before the feed returns to ringside where we see Terra in the ring, nodding her head a few times, looking determined.
Terra Mason vs. Graham Baker
The scene transitions to highlights of the highly competitive matchup. Terra and Baker trade shots back and forth, with Graham focusing on the head and neck of Terra, while she notices a bad landing following an up and over and goes for his right knee. Terra gains some close pins with an Avalanche Dragon Screw into a Knee Breaker, A Leg Trap Sunset Flip, and a Single Leg DDT roll through into a Gannosuke Clutch. A missed Leonhartsault (Quebrada/Lionsault) is all Baker needs to end up with full command after leveling Terra with a Ripcord Knee that stuns her, but hurts him as well. From there he still maintains control and gains a few nearfalls with his Kiss The Sky (German Suplex from the middle rope), Skullfuck (Backslide Driver rolled forward into a low-angle Superkick) but as he hits her with the Chopping Block (Pumphandle Neckbreaker dropped onto the knee) the damage done to his knee is once again shown and he clutches it, giving Terra just enough time to recover.
While the official checks on Graham, Terra gets up, moving the official out of the way and saying a few words the camera couldn’t quite catch. Nodding her head she starts viciously stomping away at the knee of Baker now, grabbing his leg and hanging it on the rope, only to drop her full weight on it. She then takes a deep breath before dragging the fighting Baker towards the turnbuckle, whipping the injured knee against it. Fans are stunned at this side of Terra being shown. After a few more knee-centric moves, and a close call desperation pin by Graham, the end comes when Terra uses her surprising strength to drop Graham with a top rope modified Joker Driver, once again damaging the knee and being just enough to score the pinfall victory. A hug on the canvas is then given by Terra onto the prone Graham as the referee brings more staff out to check on him, the feed cutting back to the studio soon after.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: In what was quite the emotionally driven match, Terra Mason is able to pull off the victory in nineteen minutes and forty two seconds. We’ll also be sure to follow up on the medical condition of Graham Baker in regards to his right knee.
The Arrival Of The Hired Gun
The camera comes backstage at Chaos and we see an unfamiliar face seated behind a curtain as someone is behind him, finishing up cutting the man’s hair. He whistles as he sits up slightly, checking it out in the mirror. She sees how suave he looks and is ready to shake hands when something catches his eye and he narrows them and looks to the man behind him.
Man: How does it look, Mr. Hasheem?
The man getting his hair cut continues to glare until he realizes the person behind him is not joking. He scoffs at his time being wasted with such a stupid question.
Kader: How does it look? It looks like shit, koskhol! Do you not even have eyes? Do you not see how ridiculous this looks? If I didn’t want my hair to look perfect, I would not have hired a professional to do it.
Kader huffs and then sits back in the chair, pointing to the spots that he finds imperfect. To humor him, the stylist goes over the section with a comb and a razor. He steps back and lets Kader finish inspecting the final product. While he still does not look pleased, it must be acceptable for him.
Kader: Now get the fuck out of my face, you good-for-nothing cretin…
He speaks with such intensity that he does not need to yell to get his point across. His Persian accent is strong, but not overpowering. He finishes inspecting his hair before standing up and removing the cape, showing off his 6’9” stature, and his impressive physique. He turns to the side and notices that the camera is there.
Kader: Does no one around here know how to do their jobs right? How am I supposed to sell my services if I must deal with the half assed help? I feel I must do this the old fashioned way.
Kader walks closer to the camera, letting us see his defined core and upper body as he tightens the belt of his pants. He steps back a few paces so that we can see his darkened eyes, full of intensity.
Kader: As some might know, I am former Honor Wrestling and Northern Lights Wrestling star, Kader Hasheem. Some call me “Kader the Crusher” and others call me “Iranian Thunder”. I have many names, but one you must get familiar with is “your worst fucking nightmare”. It seems many run around this place calling themselves nightmares, and one little pissant I know quite well.
Kader makes sure to steady his glare for a minute so that whoever he is speaking to can get a good look at him.
Kader: It makes no difference. I don’t walk in shadows, and I don’t wear straightjackets. I’m not crazy, and I’m not deranged. What I am is underpaid. The things I will do for money will make you cringe. Not would, but will. And this is a promise. I have no problem demonstrating what I can do, week come and week go. Inside of the ring, or outside of it.
Kader picks up a towel and begins to pat at his head to loosen up the hair as he cleans himself up.
Kader: I am a hired gun, and I don’t ask questions. If the check clears, I will do your dirty work. And the sick part of it is that I will enjoy it, and I will take pride in it. Do you need a demonstration of my strength?
As if he heard the entire collective of the complex shout “YES!”, Kader walks over toward the lockers. He cracks his knuckles, and then moves his hips from side to side, then he grounds his feet steadily. He places his hands on one of the lockers, and he begins moving it to the side, as we hear grinding of the screws coming loose from the other lockers.
Kader: Anyone can do this, no?
Kader takes a deep breath and continues working until he begins lifting the locker up, and once more, we hear the screws loosening, but this time, from the ground and the wall. A stagehand comes up to Kader and attempts to stop him, but he is too into the groove of it, and he does not stop until the locker is in his hands, away from the wall and ground. He lifts it up over his head and poses with it before chucking it to the side. He glares at the stagehand and then spits at his feet.
Kader: Now clean that shit up, pissant. And don’t ever put your hands on me again or you will be just like that locker. Mangled, damages, and on the fucking ground.
The stagehand steps away as Kader walks past him and the camera follows him.
Kader: That was just a small feat. I have picked up men my size and slammed them through the canvas. I am not above proving myself, time and time again. If anyone wishes to contract me, I am not cheap. But, I am worth the money.
As if right on cue, the locker room door opens, and we see none other than Angel Kash standing in the doorway, fanning her face with her checkbook.
Angel: We have a few things to discuss. Now.
Kader walks over to Angel, looking annoyed by her interruption. However, as he’s hovering over her, the memories flood back, and he laughs, jovial for the first time this evening. He takes a seat on the bench, still nearly staring her right in the eyes.
Kader: Angel Kash… You probably don’t remember me, but I remember your pocket book. I think we can work out a deal.
Kader looks over at the camera and then gives them one solid push so that they go through the door and land on their ass outside, and the door is slammed shut behind him as the scene fades.
Violence Championship #1 Contenders Match
Damien Maddox vs. Ryden Lauffeyson
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Following that we move on to the first of two number one contenders matches we have set for you tonight. On one end we have Ryden Lauffeyson looking to continue his roll and on the other we have Damien Maddox, the leader of Asylum. He will be looking to continue the dominant display of his faction by becoming the number one contender for the championship held by the man he’s chosen to target. Which one of these two will prevail? We’re about to find out.
Moving the focus to the monitor, we reach the entrance way area where the brawl has already started, Damien having taken the fight to Ryden as he went to pose on the stage. The two trade shots with Maddox mostly in control, taking Lauffeyson from guardrail to post, making sure to keep his strikes focused, as if he means to draw blood. Ryden doesn’t give up though, despite the initial disadvantage, giving Maddox a few tastes of steel as well before digging under the ring for a weapon. Grabbing a steel chair he goes to whack Damien but has the weapon backfire, hitting him as Maddox telegraphed with a wicked Yakuza Kick. From here Damien keeps command of the pace, bringing more weapons into the mix, Ryden doing his best to fight back with hopes spots here and there including a Flatliner for a two count. However Maddox becomes just too much in the end, finishing the match in emphatic fashion with the Cerebrum (Death Valley Driver) onto a pile of chairs. Following the bell ringing to signify the end, Damien looks down at the fallen Ryden, but before he can approach his former opponent we see SACTAP Patroller back running down the ramp. He grabs hold of Ryden pulling him out the ring to safety, the fans cheering the save.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: What an interesting save there by SACTAP Patroller Black who stopped Asylum’s Damien Maddox from committing any further assault on Ryden. In what was an intense, hard hitting Violence Rules match, it is in fact Damien Maddox who will have a future championship match against Drake Connors. Drake had some harsh words for Maddox so we will see how things progress with this development.
The Gold Standard/Open Book
Noah paces back and forth as he fiddles with his iPhone 11 Pro Max. The Crown Prince is already dressed in his wrestling gear which consists of a pair of green and gold long wrestling pants with matching boots and knee pads. The pants read “I Am Noah” down both sides while the knee pads have a script that says “Gold Standard”. Noah also has on a wrestling t-shirt that has the logo for I Am Noah Athletic Wear, the shirt itself is the new Gold Standard t-shirt.
The camera comes rushing up to Noah along with Bridget Lewis-Killings.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Noah, where's the rest of Gold Standard, I wanted a word before your match?
Noah nods to the door.
Noah Field: They’re in there. Not quite ready yet, and to think, they say I’m the one who takes forever to get ready, but what they don’t get is that it's hard to look this good. Especially my skin.
He holds his arm.
Noah Field: Feel that, rub my skin, feel how smooth that is.
She just looks at Noah.
Noah Field: I said rub it!
She reluctantly rubs his skin.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: It’s not bad.
Noah Field: Not bad, really? Not bad?! Listen Beulah…
Bridge Lewis-Killings: It’s Bridget.
Noah Field: I don’t care, Beulah. Your name is of no importance to me.
Bridget mumbles something under her breath before continuing on.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Can I ask you a few questions?
Noah Field: Ask away, I’m an open book
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Last week, what you did to JC…
Noah Field: Nope, move on. Next question.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: What happened to the open book?
Noah Field: Listen, Brenda, I am an open book, but certain chapters are closed. Next question.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Fine, how do you feel about Scarlett Pa..
Noah Field: Nope, move on. Next question.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Listen, if you can’t answer my questions I’ll move on and give this TV time to someone who will.
Noah rolls his eyes and waves her on.
Noah Field: Fine, fine, ask away.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: How do you feel about Scarlett Payne showing up here last week in EPIC? Given the history with you and Scarlett, how does it feel?
Noah Field: How do I feel? I honestly don’t care where Malibu Barbie is. I’m not here for her or anyone else, I’m here for one thing. I’m here for the Heavyweight Championship. Anything else is just a distraction on my way to what is owed to me.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: So, you’re not concerned with the person who beat you for your Redemption World Championship? The person who, from what I’ve seen going through old libraries, you’ve never beaten in a one on one match? From the best I can tell, Scarlett Payne is your very own kryptonite. Surely you have some kind of thoughts on her being here?
Noah furrows his eyebrow in anger.
Noah Field: First, Barbara, watch your tone with me. Do you know who you’re talking to? I’m the highest paid person on EPIC history. I’m the Savior of this company, sent to take it from obscurity to the stratosphere, so you better tread more carefully. Secondly, Ms. Payne is a nuisance, nothing more. And what do you mean she’s my kryptonite. So what? She got lucky and beat me once. I’ve beaten her more times than I care to count.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Actually, that’s not right. You two have squared off twice. The first time she beat you for the Redemption World Championship, the second time she successfully defended said championship against you. By my count that makes you 0-2 against Scarlett Payne. Need the proof?
Before Noah can say a word the door opens and out steps Devil Drake and Mercy Payne, both dressed and ready for their six-person tag match. Mercy’s normally black and mesh gear has been changed to a metallic gold with black mesh sports top and shorts, her knee pads and half shirt both read Gold Standard. She gives a smile to Devil before catching sight of Noah and Bridget.
Mercy Payne: What’s this? You already started without us, Noah?
Noah starts to say something but before he can Bridget speaks up.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Mercy, what was the logic of joining up with Noah and Devil? A lot of people are saying that because of your current losing streak you felt the need for reinforcements.
Anger flares across her features as she steps closer.
Mercy Payne: First of all, watch your tone. You might wanna check your sources, I have yet to be pinned here. I tried telling the front office that J2 was a waste of my time as a partner.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: But he humanized you. And the fans loved him.
Mercy Payne: Humanized me? I dealt with a fucking idiot for weeks and honestly I couldn’t care less what these fans think. I’m not here to be loved, I’d rather be feared. And now that I’m not carrying the extra weight, I can do what I do best.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: You dodged the question. Why Gold Standard?
Mercy Payne: Why not? It’s not like this was our first meeting. You really don’t think I’m just now getting to know them, right? We’ve all been at the top of our industries so what makes more sense to you?
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Scarlett and Johnny. After all, they’ve seemed to have Noah’s number.
Noah Field: Watch that line of questioning or this interview is over.
Mercy Payne: They don’t have his number or ours. But I know a lot about them. Now unless you have something worth our time, I would suggest you spit it out or just go away.
Devil Drake: I think it’s time we move on.
Devil puts his hand in the camera and pushes it away.
Tag Team Championship #1 Contenders Match
Asylum vs. V.I.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Next up we have a number one contenders tag team match featuring V.I. taking on Asylum. Now this match stems from last week when, during their championship opportunity, V.I. and the tag team champions the Kaiju Krushers were attacked by Asylum, ending the match in a no contest. As per the orders of EPIC co-owner Analicia Connors, Asylum were granted the chance to make the most of their statement here tonight. Which team will earn a future championship match? We’ll find out now as we turn our attention to the action.
The camera feed switches over to the ringside area in the midst of a strike battle going on between Dizzie and Killian. The stiff shots bring the crowd to their feet but soon end as a palm strike is caught by the bjj star who hooks him in the Zhou Trap (Flying Omaplata). Lynx breaks up the hold with a vicious stomp which brings the small but fierce Celina in on the tag who jumps on him, hooking her legs around him and striking with rights until she’s tossed off. The official yells for Lynx to get back to the corner but this distraction gives Dizzie a moment to climb back in herself, giving Killian a Chopblock while Celina connects with a Roundhouse Kick. The referee focuses back on the action just in time to count the nearfall. Celina looks to try and end things, going for the Angelic Tribute (Snap Single Underhook DDT) but she’s stopped mid move by a knee to the face followed up with a stiff Savate Kick which takes her down. Lynx at this point has circled around the ring and pulls Dizzie hard off the apron, her face hitting it as a result. For good measure she gets tossed into the steel steps and then eats a knee which causes her head to whip against it again. With the set up by Killian, the tandem nail Celina with the Splatter Control (Top Rope Dropkick/Powerbomb Combo) and get the victory via pinfall.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Gaining further momentum Asylum is able to pick up the victory against the former number one contenders V.I. at the fifteen minute and thirty six second mark.
We see nothing but a screen of smoke. We hear nothing more than the squeaks of the rats off in the distance. A light shines to illuminate the smoke. There is one volatile stroke of a bow against the violin. That is when we see the short statured male, carrying a violin against his chin, and the bow resting against it. As he gets closer to the front of the smoky room, we see a small silhouette of a rat on his shoulder. He stops just before we get a clear view of him, and he begins playing the somber tune on his violin.
Skag: Hallo unt wie gehts. Willkommen to mein concert. Danke, danke…
Skag continues playing, and contorting his body to the music, slowly turning around when he stands with his back to us, turning his head slightly.
Skag: Hekate welcomes you as well. Tonight’s disasterpiece is brought to you by me. My actions from last week, at least. This is what happens when you force the darkness to sit out. Bad things. Very… bad… things…
Skag strikes the bow once more as Hekate begins crawling up on top of his head. He dances about in the smoke, giving off a silhouette that is both beautiful and menacing. He then stops.
Skag: Last week, I got to see what I knew was hiding behind those big, puppy dog brown eyes of Maverick. I got to see him in his truest form. I got to see what no one watching from home got to see. The real monster inside was awakened.
The music continues as Skag leans all the way back, his arm with the bow straight up in the air as Skag is nearly to the ground. He rests there and holds the bow up in the air to stop playing. He turns his head slightly.
Skag: People feel a particular way about what I did. But one thing remains a cold, hard fact. I put my life on the line for the cause.
Skag steps out, letting us get a glimpse of the seriousness of his face.
Skag: I find nothing more precious than truth. What is done in the dark must always come to the light! So look at it as antagonization. Look at it as trying to create something that does not exist. Call it what you want. Feel about it how you want. But do me one favor and tell me to my face how you feel about it.
Skag places the violin gently on the ground and steps closer to the camera.
Skag: If you’re mad that I connected more deeply with your boyfriend than you ever have, then call it out and say something. Better yet, do something. I am not hard to find. Just look in the shadows, and I’m there. Look to the darkest recesses of the mind, and I will already be there.
Skag picks up his violin as Hekate squeaks in agreement. Skag begins playing again as he slowly dances backward into the shadows.
The Gold Standard vs. Johnny Payne, Scarlett Payne & A Teammate of Their Choice
Bridget Lewis-Killings: It’s time for our last match before the main event. This match came about after last week, the newly formed Gold Edition came together at the expense of Johnny Payne, when Mercy joined up with Noah and Devil and went on the attack against the former professional surfer. Luckily for Johnny, his younger sister, Scarlett, made the save in her surprising debut. Following those events, Johnny challenged Gold Edition to a six-man tag match where the Payne’s would have a mystery partner.
Highlights start to show on the screen next to Bridget.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Johnny and Scarlett came out first to a hybrid cut up of both’s theme music to a big reaction to the crowd. Then the crowd waited in anticipation when "Blitzkrieg Bop” played and out came Iggy Clash to a huge reception from the fans. The reception was cut short though when Gold Standard ambushed Iggy from behind, when Mercy hit him with a steel chair, Devil caught him, and powerbombed him off the stage and through a speaker box. This brought Johnny and Scarlett to the ramp where the five of them brawled while EMT’s checked on Iggy Clash, along with Rosie and Flip. Eventually they fought down to the ring where the match got underway. The three on two numbers proved to be too much as Gold Standard dominated the match, using their superior numbers to keep Johnny and Scarlett on the defensive, all while constantly taunting theme. Meanwhile, Iggy was carted off to the back while Flip followed, but not Rosie. Rosie sprinted to the ring and slid under and broke up a pinfall that Mercy had on Scarlett, as Rosie took Iggy’s spot as the third in the match.
More highlights flash on the screen of the match.
Bridget Lewis Killings: With Rosie there, the numbers evened out, the tide started to pull in the direction of Johnny, Scarlett, and Rosie. Now we take you down to the ring for the finish.
Rosie drags Noah over to their corner and tags in Scarlett, who flips over the rope and hits a lariat on Noah. Then she bounces the ropes and hits the ropes and comes back with a leg lariat, but Noah is able to kick out at two. Scarlett kicks Noah a few times and then goes to the top rope. She motions Adrenaline Rush, the same move that beat Noah in their previous two matches, but that’s when Devil rushes into the ring and grabs Scarlett off the top rope and launches her to the outside. Johnny comes in and kicks Devil in the back of the neck, knocking him forward, but then Johnny is clipped from behind in the knees by Mercy. Then Mercy drags Johnny out to the center of the ring and goes to lock on No Mercy. As she does Rosie jumps into the ring and goes at Mercy to break up the hold, but Noah kicks her in the gut and then faceplants her with Field Envy (Pedigree). Noah goes for the pin, but the referee argues that she’s not the legal man.
Noah gets up and starts to shout at the referee. The referee stands up to Noah, then Noah kicks the referee in the gut and faceplants him as well with Field Envy. That’s when the time keeper rings the bell, calling the match and DQing Gold Standard on their own accord. Gold Standard isn’t deterred at all. Noah rolls out of the ring and grabs Scarlett by the hair and tosses her face first into the ring pole. When she bounces back towards him and DDT’s her on the hard outer floor.
Back in the ring, Devil lifts Rosie up off of the mat from here she was put down lifts her up above his head, then drops her down in one fluid motion and hits a DevilDriver. Meanwhile Johnny continues to tap out, but Mercy pulls back hard, using the ropes for leverage to add to it. Eventually EPIC officials rush out to the ring and break it up as Gold Standard finally relinquish and move up the ramp toward the back.
The Bell & The Noble Man
El Diablo Blanco is backstage warming up for his match later tonight. Already clad in his ring gear, a sleeveless compression shirt and Zubaz shorts, El D is finishing off a round of burpees. After completing the set, El Diablo drops to the ground and just rolls over onto his back panting. Out of breath, he doesn’t notice it at first but a man in a black suit looking eerily familiar to the Taco Bell Executive steps up and stands over him.
Taco Bell Executive: Mr. Diablo Blanco. A minute of your time.
The Executive reaches a hand down to help El Diablo up to his feet. El Diablo is a bit apprehensive at first but begrudgingly accepts the help. As he gets to his feet El D looks around him.
El Diablo Blanco: So, where are your goons, Brother? I’m used to you Jabrones traveling in packs.
Taco Bell Executive: I come alone.
The Taco Bell Executive motions around him to show he is alone.
El Diablo Blanco: Yeah, yeah. Sure. Let me tell you something, Brother. I’m sick and tired of the harassment you guys are placing upon me. I have been showing up to every personal appearance. I shill your burritos every chance I get. I didn’t cave in your buddy’s skull when he cost me that Violence Championship. But I swear, Brother, that I will not allow the man to keep me down any more. You gaggle of goofs thought it would be “best for business” to chase for the World Title but not win the thing. That’s where I draw the line. I’ve got to think of my livelihood, Brother. I’ve got to think about my family. So do your worst. Slap me with fines. Threaten to make me pay back all the money you’ve given me. I’ve looked over that contract, Brother, and I’ve fulfilled my obligations to your “brand.” Let me guess, one executive couldn’t tame El Diablo so they send another? I’m not keen on that, Brother.
Taco Bell Executive: Are you finished?
El Diablo Blanco: Yeah, I think that about sums it up.
Taco Bell Executive: Paul is gone.
El Diablo Blanco: Who the hell is Paul, Brother?
Taco Bell Executive: Wait. Are you being serious? You don’t know who Paul is? Paul’s the executive you’ve been working with the past few months. I would think you’d at least know his name. Anyways. It doesn’t matter. Paul was let go as it seems he took on his own agenda unbeknownst to Taco Bell.
El Diablo Blanco: Which was?
Taco Bell Executive: He had his own vision of what the El Diablo Blanco brand was to be. He didn’t agree with the violence. He was a part of an outdated era that believed Taco Bell to be a PG brand. We at Taco Bell are hip to the times and we came on board to sponsor EPIC because of what you’ve done in the company. There is nothing PG about lighting yourself on fire and diving atop someone.
El Diablo Blanco: Word up.
Taco Bell Executive: You took the initiate though. El Diablo Blanco being the Violence Champion was what we thought was best for business despite what Paul was feeding you. You took the proverbial Burrito and ran with it. It took you straight to the EPIC World Title and we commend you for that. El Diablo Blanco as the World Champion is far and away more marketable for us and that’s because of your vision.
El Diablo Blanco: I’m going to stop you right there, Brother. I’m done. No more suits. It’s not me. All I want is my Zubaz shorts. I want to dance to the ring and I want to rock my opponents like a hurricane, Brother. I just want to be me. If you want me to be any different than that then you can send your lawyers my way. I no longer care.
Taco Bell Executive: I’m not quite sure you understand, Mr. Diablo Blanco. Those appearances you made at local stores? That pop-up shop you organized at The Triad Challenge? You said it yourself. You fulfilled your obligations to your original contract. You actually made Taco Bell more money than we paid you as spokesperson. Who would have thought a lumberjack and a clown would eat that many tacos and burritos. We want to sign you to a new contract.
El Diablo Blanco: Here we go, Brother. You and the other Jabrones are going to want me to sign my life away. What do I got to do this time? Sign it in my own blood? Do I need to hand over my Little Diablitos all in the name of Taco Bell?
The Taco Bell Executive just smirked and reaches into his briefcase. In there, he removes a large Taco Bell decal like that Paul placed on El D’s Ford Escape.
El Diablo Blanco: I’ve already got one of those, Brother, and I’ve just got to say it doesn’t fit my style.
Taco Bell Executive: This is the one you had. I removed it from your car. We don’t need you out there pushing the product to the point of parody. There is one thing, though…
El Diablo Blanco: Here we go.
Taco Bell Executive: We also want to offer you a new vehicle. That Ford Escape was a bit too cramped for you once you got both kids and your wife in there.
El Diablo Blanco: Too cramped you say? Oh, I get it. You want to monetize me in other ways. Let me guess. El D is going to be showing up to drop the Little Diablitos at Montessori school in a Taco Bell clad Monster Truck with my mask on there as a hood ornament.
Taco Bell Executive: While I do like the idea of that I was thinking more along the lines of a Chrysler Pacifica; any color you want.
El Diablo Blanco: A Chrysler Pacifica? You mean the 2019 IIHS Top Safety Pick? The Consumer Digest Best Buy? The Cars.com Family Car of the Year? With the Forward Collision warning, the blind spot monitoring, adaptive cruise control, 360 degree surround view camera. You’re talking about hands-free power liftgate, stow’n’go seating and a built in vacuum to pick up the crumbs the Little Diablitos leave behind? That kind of Chrysler Pacifica?
Taco Bell Executive: That very one.
El Diablo Blanco: And what do I have to do for it?
Taco Bell Executive: You just keep doing what you have been. You be you all the while endorsing our product. No strings attached. Have a lawyer look it over. You don’t like what you see, keep the Pacifica and walk away obligation free.
El Diablo Blanco: There was sincerity in that grip of yours when you helped me up, Brother. Honest, Intent, Respectable. I’ll look over your contract and if I like what I see I’ll continue to Live Mas. But one thing.
Taco Bell Executive: Shoot.
El Diablo Blanco: This Paul you speak of. He was fired? Did he have a family?
Taco Bell Executive: He was very much an asshole that acted on his own fruition and he was fired for it but yes. He was a widower with a son.
El Diablo Blanco: I’ve got myself a match tonight and I’ll take the contract with me to read it over with the family. Whatever you’re offering me, include this “Paul” to get 10% of it. I don’t agree with the man but no child should have to pay for the actions of his father.
Taco Bell Executive: That’s very noble of you.
El Diablo Blanco: Listen up, Brother. El D is no gimmick. This is me through and through. El D is for the children. Now, please. I have to keep getting ready for my Champions Showcase match for tonight.
With that the two exchange a firm handshake. As the Taco Bell Executive walks away, El Diablo notices the Executive put something in his pocket. It’s the keys to a Chrysler Pacifica.
Angel Kash, VIP
“Superficial” by Hiedi Montag begins to play on the sound system as the EPIC fans greet this with loud boos. A red carpet is rolled out, as from the back Angel Kash comes strutting out, a smug smirk on her face. Angel is dressed to the nines like the opulent queen she feels she is, as always accompanied by her security. A tight-fitting black dress, a gold tiara, gold Chanel handbag, and Gold Jimmy Choo boots covers The Princess just right as she saunters down the ramp, taking time to taunt and pose for the booing crowd. She then heads over to what looks like a makeshift VIP area already set up for her with servants included who move the rope allowing her in. Bridget Lewis-Killings is already there, soon beginning to speak to Angel, who has her security keeping the interviewer a safe distance from the Princess.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Excuse me Angel, I have a few questions I’d like to ask you tonight.
Angel scoffs, rolling her eyes before speaking.
Angel Kash: First of all Ms. Kash to the likes of you. I am not about to allow a peasant to use my first name.
Bridget is obviously annoyed at this point but keeps things professional as she continues.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Sorry...Ms. Kash. Now last week you stated you won’t be wrestling on Chaos until your title match. Is there any specific reason as to why?
Angel rolls her eyes scoffs in disgust, before flipping her hair in a cocky manner.
Angel Kash: Because as I said I am above this show and the measly cost of Amazon Prime. I am not someone you just throw on a TV show like the others, the peasants in the world. It's why I made an example of Super Tiger and sent her packing. See if you want to watch me wrestle then you need to pay more for that right. As you can see, I even have my very own VIP area because this company knows the kind of star power I have and that I am worth the extra cost.
The fans boo loudly, causing Angel to roll her eyes once again in response.
Angel Kash: Boo all you want, but you know I speak the truth. See I am not Maverick. I do not need to prove myself to you morons, or anyone else here. All that matters to me is getting what I want. And since he’s not smart enough to give me that title then I will take it by force.
The fans again boo loudly at this declaration as Bridget soon begins to speak.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Well, you seem to have targeted him heavily on twitter as well what is your issue with Maverick?
Angel lets out a laugh before smirking.
Angel Kash: My issue is simple really. He has what I want, and what I deserve. See I should be the center of attention, the star attraction. My face should be on the programs, and posters why? Because I am money simply put. Soon enough I am going to be the Elite Champion, and you will all have to recognize that I speak the truth whether you like it or not! What Angel wants, Angel gets!
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Thank you for your time Miss Kash.
Angel Kash: The pleasure was all yours.
Angel smirks shooing her away as she takes her seat, being given a glass of champagne, and getting fanned by another servant. As she sips it the match is set to begin, the scene switching back over to Bridget in the studio one last time.
Tag Champions The Kaiju Krushers vs. Elite Champion Maverick & World Champion El Diablo Blanco
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Well there you have it ladies and gentlemen, with the number one contender for the Elite Championship at ringside, we now go to our main event. This champions showcase features the new World Tag Team Champions Rain Nighthawk and Hayato Sagara of the Kaiju Krushers against the Elite Champion Maverick and World Champion El Diablo Blanco. This is an interesting pairing for sure as it wasn’t that long ago when Maverick was helping attack El D alongside RI5EN. Can these two coexist long enough to get the win? I leave you to find out the answer and wish you a good night.
The bell sounds to start the match, Maverick immediately stepping out to start the match the second he sees Hayato doing the same. The engaged couple have an intense stare-down, their eyes sending messages we can’t quite receive. Soon after Hayato offers up his chin for Mav to strike. Maverick takes a moment before bringing his fist out and striking Hayato who seems a little impressed with the shot. The two then enter a strike exchange much like their house show match a while back. Fists turn to forearms, forearms turn to chops, both men standing their ground following each heavy hit. As this is going on, suddenly Rain is pulled down from the apron and the camera pans out to show Asylum there stomping away at him. A big brawl breaks out on the outside as Asylum try to take out one half of the tag team champions but are cut off by the World Champion El D and Drake Connors who has run down to the scrap to try and get his hands on Maddox, with Maverick soon joining in. Rain slides back into the ring and gives a nod to Hayato and both men go and bounce off the ropes for a little momentum. The Kaiju Krushers soar with stereo corkscrew dives onto the outside, taking down Asylum and everyone else at the same time. Angel tries to toss her drink at the recovering Maverick, but he moves out the way at the last second. Enraged, he tries to get in her face but the security steps in only to get decked one by one. Angel runs for the hills with Maverick giving chase as the locker room then empties and a big brawl breaks out around the ring, the scene fading to the EPIC and Amazon logos.