Tuesday Night Blitz (31st July)

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TUESDAY NIGHT BLITZ (31st July)

Scene fades in. Several clips of a variety of E.W.A. wrestlers come into view. Down With The Sickness by Disturbed begins to play, and in each clip the two wrestlers that are visible at a time pace back and forth in front of each other before their matches. As the music reaches it's climax one of the visible wrestlers charges forward and tackles his opponent. The music kicks to high gear and the video montage of EWA wrestlers taking bumps, spearing each other, etc. plays in time with the beat. The music reaches another climatic hit, at which point the word Blitz, which appears to be made of stone falls from the top of the screen, followed by Night and then Tuesday, all falling on top of each other. Bill Altieri's voiceover begins. BA "Here we are on Blitz! We've got a hell of a show for you tonight." Almost immediately after Bill speaks I'm Shady by Eminem begins to play. B.A. "Well, this is an unexpected visit. I wonder what President Flaws has to say." Mr. D "You can count on it not being anything interesting." The President makes his way to the ring with a microphone in hand. He walks up the stairs to the ring and enters through the ropes. Prez "Ladies and gentlemen, I have a video clip that I believe every one of you needs to see. Please just sit back and watch." The clip begins to play over the Psychotron. <Fade in>.....the camera moves forward to the corner of a sidewalk in New York City. A street sign says "21st Street" and the traffic that buzzes by is nearly deafening. The camera pans around the corner of a building and 357 comes into view. He walks down the sidewalk towards the camera and in the background a man wearing basic street clothes and a beanie type hat with a switchblade is seen approaching 357 from behind. 357 begins to speak to the camera man and he is cut abruptly short as the man in the background dashes forward, grabs 357 around the neck with his free arm and strikes him in the back with the blade. 357 growls in agony, clutching his hurt side/back. He falls down to his knees and moans in pain as the attacker drives the blade again into his back. 357 lets out a horrific howl and smashes his right elbow into the abdomen of his attacker. He quickly but painfully makes it his feet and turns to see his attacker. The mugger slashes at 357 but never finishes the stroke, as 357 swiftly plants his foot deep into the nether regions of his attacker. The attacker drops his knife to grab his groin in pain and 357 grabs him by the neck and follows up with multiple right fists to the nose. The mugger moves his hands to deflect the angry shots to the face and 357 pushes him to the hard concrete sidewalk. 357 grabs the camera from the camera man and the view now seen is very shaky and unstable. The camera shakes a bit from impact but after a few moments the view begins to turn right side up and the mugger lies on the ground holding the side of his head. Blood pours from both his nose and his visible temple and 357 can be heard talking to the cameraman off camera. 357 "Let's get the hell out of here. I hate this city."

In the background the attacker can be seen struggling to reach out to pick up his knife that lies on the sidewalk near 357's feet. The man grasps the blade's hilt in his fingers and slowly pulls it back to him as 357 begins to walk away. 357 continues walking but stops suddenly when a group of three men emerges from the alley directly in front of him, each holding weapons. One man carries a knife, another a chain, and the third a crow bar. 357 slowly backs up trying to weasel his way out of the situation anyway he can.

357 "Woah there boys. Calm down. Calm down. Think about this. What do you want? Money? I've only got a little cash on me but you three can have whatever the hell you want." The men ignore his comments and continue forward. The mugger who was previously bashed in the head with the camera now stands holding his head with one hand and his switchblade with the other. 357 continues to back pedal until he bumps into his previous attacker. He quickly spins around and he hastily steps back a few feet into the street.

357 "Boys, calm down. Come on. Go beat the hell out of some other poor unknowing victim." First Mugger-"Man, shut the fuck up. Don't tell us to calm the fuck down. We're gonna fuck your ass up and leave you for dead, mother fucker!!"

357 turns and begins to sprint away. The four men charge after him and he is gradually over taken. The man with the crow bar bashes him in the back of the skull and he falls face first into the concrete sidewalk. The four men crowd around him and beat or stab him with their weapons respectively. His moans and cries of agony are challenged only by the sound of dozens of cars passing on the street beside him. After several minutes the four men leave and 357 lies face down on the street, unconscious. The cameraman runs and kneels next to him, checking his pulse and such. Blood flows from various wounds on 357's face, forehead, and back. The President can now be heard. Prez "Ladies and gentlemen, 357 was brutally beaten and mugged this morning in New York City. It is my great displeasure to inform you all that 357 may never compete in the E.W.A. or in any other wrestling federation again due to the severity of his injuries." The crowd boos. Prez "We have all lost something great here. 357 was a great competitor and a hell of an employee. I know that you will all join me in mourning this great loss. Now, with that out of the way.......welcome to Blitz!" The crowd roars to life.President Flaws climbs out of the ring and walks up the ramp to the back.

A short few moments pass, then the arena lights begin to dim, so the area in almost in twilight.

Peace Officer by Factory 81 blasts over the speakers and Sully Apathy steps through the curtain wearing his regular baggy black pants with vampire symbol print and his black shirt with kanji symbols printed on it. He gets a very mixed reaction, some boos and some cheers.

MrD "Someone should take this idiot out like those muggers did to 357."

B.A. "D. you're a sicko."

Sully continues towards the rings and jumps up onto the apron. He turns his back to the ring, then does a backflip over the ropes using the top rope to help him. Carmina Burana by Carl Orff begins to play and Akuma Akairo makes his way through the curtain wearing his patented martial arts pants and his red face paint with his eyes outlined in black. He gets a reaction very similar to that of Sully Apathy.

MrD "Come on, come on. Get in the damn ring and start the match."

Akuma stands at the top of the ramp to the ring for a moment, then sprints to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. Sully instantly goes to work on Akuma, hitting him with hard kicks to the head before he can even get to his feet.

B.A. "Sully Apathy is a dangerous man. He has claimed the consciousness of a few men already here in the E.W.A. with the Apa-tizer and he hasn't even had his first match yet."

MrD "He'll claim my consciousness if he doesn't start showing some true talent. He's nothing but a fake, Bill. Look at him."

B.A. "I see nothing but talent in that ring right now Mr.(sniggers) Delicious. Anyways, he saved your ass last week"

Sully picks up the momentarily stunned Akairo and whips him against the ropes. Apathy then charges after him and hits him with a running lariat when he begins to return. Akairo falls to the mat holding his throat.

B.A. "Very solid clothesline by Sully."

Sully goes to pick Akuma up by the hair, but Akairo cuts him off with a hard underhand chop to the throat. Sully stumbles back a few paces and Akuma quickly makes it to his feet. Akairo sprints forward and swings his right leg in a roundhouse attempt, but Sully swiftly ducks the kick and turns. Akairo turns so that he's facing Apathy again and narrowly dodges a roundhouse of Sully's own. Sully then kicks with a right high kick to the side of the head but Akairo blocks it with his right arm in a cross block. He then sweeps his left leg and catches Sully's other leg, sending Sully crashing to the canvas. The crowd cheers wildly.

B.A. "There is absolutely no fan favorite in this match. The fans are just thrilled to have such an entertaining, high talent match in the lineup tonight. Honestly, so am I. Both men have showcased incredible feats of agility and awareness in this match already and five minutes haven't even passed yet."

Sully leaps to his feet and goes back and forth with right and left kicks. First with a right low kick which Akuma blocks with his left foot. Then a left kick to the midsection which Akairo blocks with his left hand. Then a high right kick aimed at the head which Akuma ducks. Akairo goes to sweep Apathy but Sully leaps into the air and evades the attempt to take him off of his feet. Akuma flips himself up and blocks Sully's following fist attempts. First a right backhand, then a left hook to the midsection. However, Akuma fails to block the lightning fast right jab to the midsection that follows. He stumbles back a few paces and Sully swings his right leg and hits Akuma hard in the side of the face with a vicious kick. The crack that ensues is followed by an oooooooh from the crowd. Akuma falls down to a knee and Sully hits him with a hard right jab to the nose. Akairo falls down to the mat in a heap.

B.A. "These men are going back and forth and back and forth. I can barely keep track of all the action taking place in this ring."

MrD "This is bullshit if you ask me. I want to see some grappling. I want to see some brutality!"

B.A. "I didn't ask you."

Sully goes to pick Akuma up by the hair, but falls flat on his back as Akairo sweeps his left leg out with his right hand. Akairo then grabs Sully but the collar of his shirt with his left hand. He reigns down with a brutal right hand to Sully's open face. Akuma gets to his feet and picks Sully up so that he's up on two knees facing him. He then bows and then moves forward and cracks him in the side of the head with a hard right kick.

MrD "Now that, that was......fuckin' brutal!"

B.A. "Kick of Rage by Akuma Akairo! A move known in Japan as the Gekido No Keru. Akuma now going for the cover. 1.....2.....TH NO! I don't believe this! Sully Apathy is insane!"

MrD "Go down already!"

Akuma angrily picks up the stunned Sully. He whips him against the ropes and swings his arm in a clothesline. Sully ducks the lariat attempt and bounces off of the opposite ropes. Akuma runs forward with another clothesline attempt and Sully nearly rips him in half when he hits him with a spear. Akuma falls crashing to the mat on his back.

B.A. "Apathy going for the cover. 1.....2.....No!"

Sully picks up the winded Akuma and whips him off of the ropes. Akuma doesn't go far however, as he does a handspring and bounces off of the ropes. Sully charges forward, but is knocked to his back as Akairo hits him with a back elbow. The referee kneels down next to Apathy and asks him if he's alright. Apathy nods. Akuma leaps runs to the nearest turnbuckle and with his back still to Apathy, leaps onto the second turnbuckle and jumps backwards into the air with a moonsault. Sully rolls out of the way and Akuma's feet hit the unaware referee in the head, knocking him to the ground. Akuma lands hard on the mat on his whole front side.

B.A. "Akuma Akairo has just inadvertantly taken out referee Jim Stuart. Once again, incredible display of ring awareness and agility by both men. This match could go either way."

Sully quickly lifts Akairo by the hair and pulls him in for what could be a snap suplex. However, he lifts him into the air and comes down with Akairo's face and head being driven into the canvas mat.

MrD "That was fuckin' brutal! Apa-tizer by Sully Apathy!"

B.A. "That's right D.! This match could be over. 1.....2.....THR NO!"

MrD "B.A. look at Akuma. He's got something!"

Sully Apathy begins to pull Akuma to his feet by his hair but stumbles back blindly as Akuma out of the blue blows a huge ball of flame into his face.

MrD "Hi No Jigoku! That was.....fuckin' cheap!"

B.A. "I agree D. Akuma's relying on dirty tactics now that the ref's out."

Sully stumbles back blindly, flailing his arms in the air. Akuma kicks him twice in the right calf, sending him to his knees. Akuma then backs up, bows, and plants Sully with a Gekido No Keru.

B.A. "Kick of Rage number two!"

Sully falls to his face as the referee comes to. Akuma goes for the cover and the referee slides on the mat to make the count. 1.....2.....THRE NO! Shoulder up.

B.A. "This is amazing! Apathy is defying all the odds here tonight!"

B.A. "Sorry folks, but Mr. D. is in shock."

Akuma lifts Apathy to his knees again and steps back. He measures him up, then hits him with another Gekido No Keru.

B.A. "Kick of Rage number three! This is insane. Akuma going for the cover! 1.....2.....3! Akuma picks up the win here tonight. This has been a very controversial match. I still don't know what I think on the matter. Bottom line, Akuma Akairo advances in the title tourney!"

MrD "What a match. What a match. It would seem to me, that after that display, even tho he didn't get the dukes, Sully Apathy is one scary bastard and is gonna be hard to beat once he gets his roll on."

BA "That could be the most sensible thing I've ever heard you say.....hold on. Production say there is something going on in the parking lot."

Suddenly, the Psychotron lights up with the image of the E.W.A. parking lot. Tim Dewey's hum-v sits parked in the lot and a large red pickup truck squeels into the parking lot. The pickup slides around a corner and slams directly into Tim's hum-v. The crowd boos and a few gasps can even be heard. The pickup backs up, then slams into Dewey's hum-v. It continues to do this three more times before it backs up and squeels out of the parking lot. A close up of the back end of the hum-v is now visible. The back end is very battered and scraped up. Tim Dewey runs into the parking lot and to his hum-v. The same red truck that bashed up his hum-v returns to the parking lot. It speeds towards Dewey, but screaches to a halt before it hits him. The driver's side of the door opens and Switch jumps out. The Stud charges toward him, but is knocked to the ground and busted open as Switch hits him with a concealed pipe. Switch picks up the now bloody Dewey and tosses him onto the hood of his own hum-v. He climbs on top of it and picks up Dewey. He flips off the camera (an action to which the crowd responds with a chorus of boos) then picks Dewey up by the throat with one arm and comes slamming down with a side sitout chokeslam. Switch leaps off of the hum-v hood and jumps into his truck as he sees Sully Apathy running his way. The truck speeds away and Sully can be seen in the background charging after it. Fade to black.

B.A. "What the hell is going on here in the E.W.A?!"

MrD "I don't know, but I haven't seen this much action since my wedding night!"

Heavy guitars become audible over the p.a. as Foul Taste of Freedom by Pro-Pain begins to play.

B.A. "I've never heard this theme before. D., do you have any idea who this could be?"

As the song continues the singer begins to belt out his vocals.

MrD "Well, based on the vocals, "You say you've got no money. I can relate. I lost my job, my house, my piece of mind," I think that it could be no other than........Dan Etoll!"

B.A. "You could understand that?"

MrD "If you had teenagers you'd understand B.A."

Dan Etoll steps through the curtain and onto the head of the isle leading down to the ring. The crowd gives him a standing ovation and he waves and nods his head to his fans as he approaches the ring.

B.A. "The fans really get behind Dan."

MrD "Have you smelled him?! I'd get more than really behind him if he came anywhere near me."

Etoll steps onto the ring apron and dusts off his feet, then enters through the ropes and climbs a close turnbuckle. He lifts his arms into the air and the crowd pops again.

B.A. "Now that 357 has been grossly injured, I wonder who President Flaws will pit against Etoll."

MrD "Probably some jobber. I can imagine Flaws sending Cole Hanson out here. That'd be a riot!"

One Minute Silence begins to play over the p.a. and the crowd goes wild.

B.A. "What's this?! That's 357's music, but....how can this be?!"

MrD "Damn it! I thought this pissant was crippled for life."

357 steps through the curtain and the crowd stands to their feet. He stands at the top of the rampway in torn clothes and with bandages wrapped around his head and stomach. He wearily raises a hand in the air and makes the hardcore sign and the crowd goes crazy.

B.A. "357 is anything but a fan favorite, but the people here in Manhattan are showing that they're all very happy that he's still alive."

MrD "Well, it's good that someone is."

Four men follow 357 out to assist him and with their help 357 slowfully and painfully makes it to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. Dan Etoll rests in the opposite left corner on the turnbuckles. He looks around with an almost irritated look on his face. 357 makes it to his feet at a crawl and stands up, pulling himself up and then holding himself up with the ropes. He waves to a crew guy for a mic and is promptly tossed one. He looks at Etoll and then begins to speak.

357 "Dan, I know that you're an honorable guy and that you wouldn't lay your hands on an injured amigo, so I've come here to gracefully and peacefully step out of the tournament and out of this match."

357 "I wish the absolute best of luck to you as you go on in the tournement. I hope that once I get out of physical therapy I might be able to come down and watch you beat the living hell out of the competition. As for my career, I don't think that it has any longevity or promise to it at this point."

The crowd boos, but 357 continues.

357 "So with that said, I'd like to shake your hand."

Dan steps forward and walks to the center of the ring where 357 stands. The crowd cheers as the two friends stand in the ring together, possibly for the last time. Dan looks at the crowd, which gets him a cheer, then back at 357. 357 outstreches his hand and waits. Dan looks at his hand, then at his face. He takes a step forward, clenches his fist, and swings his right hand at 357's head. He hits 357 with a hard shot to the face and 357 falls down to the canvas. The crowd boos emphatically.

B.A. "This is just sick! What the hell is Dan's problem?"

Dan grabs the mic and yells.

Dan "Ring the bell!"

The bell is rung and Dan picks up the wounded 357. He whips him against the ropes and kicks him in the stomach on his way back. 357 bends down and Dan turns his back to him and grabs him by the head. He runs forward a few steps, then drops down to a sitting position, bringing 357's head and neck with him.

MrD "DEAD WEIGHT DROPPER! That was fuckin' brutal!"

B.A. "D., get a conscience you sick son of a bitch!"

Dan drops down and hooks 357's leg. A referee slides into the ring and makes the count.

1.....2.....3!!!!

B.A. "No! This is simply wrong!"

Dan picks the microphone up off of the canvas and begins to speak over the chorus of boos eminating from the agitated crowd.

Dan "357, I told you that one way or another I was gonna pin your shoulders to the mat for the one, two, three! You had some nerve and some lack of intelligence by coming down here tonight."

MrD "He's absolutely right and you know it B.A."

B.A. "He's absolutely sick. I know that."

Dan "Before your "accident" you talked about me as a road block and said that tonight we'd put our friendship aside. Well I did! Tonight you come down here and try blowing smoke up my ass by saying some bull about me being a good guy and about how I wouldn't hurt an injured friend. You just pussied out and you were trying to pull the wool over not only my eyes, but the eyes of evey fan in this building."

B.A. "Now that's a load of crap!"

MrD "He's right!"

B.A. "357 might have had a slight chance of returning to wrestling, of returning to the business that he loves, but now Dan Etoll has taken that away from him. A very cheap way to try and advance your career, but still...advance he does."

Dan "357, I'll see you on the sidelines. Someday maybe you can come down and watch me beat the hell out of my opponents from the crowd with a brace around your neck. I'll even let you kiss my title belt."

At that, Dan drops the mic and climbs out of the ring. The crowd boos as he leaves and the persons who helped 357 down to the ring quickly scramble in to check on him. A stretcher is brought in for 357 and he is carried away through the back. A large portion of the crowd is stunned to silence by the events which just unfolded in the ring.

Dr. Feelgood by Motley Crue begins to play and D.C. Payne enters through the curtain. The crowd cheers as he enters. He wears his usual flashy clothes coupled with his aviator sunglass and his regular pony tail. He wastes no time and runs and slides into the ring under the bottom rope.

B.A. "D.C.P. made a controversial debut here in the E.W.A., but now the fans like him. I just don't get it."

MrD "It's gotta be the sunglasses."

Sober by Tool hits and J.C. Swinger charges for the ring wearing his regular attire, spending no time flexing, etc.

B.A. "No Tina here tonight. Swinger must be making sure that his lady stays far away from danger tonight, whether it be the danger of her getting harmed or the danger of seeing him beat the living hell out his opponent, I'm not sure."

MrD "Damn you Swinger! I love that woman!"

Swinger slides into the ring and immediately whips D.C.P. against the ropes. He follows up and hits him with a hard clothesline.

B.A. "Swinger nearly decapitating D.C.P. with that clothesline. I'm pretty sure that this match will be over much more quickly than originally thought."

MrD "Fuck him up. Fuck him up."

Swinger picks D.C.P. up by the hair and whips him again against the ropes. Swinger charges forward again, but this time D.C.P. stops in mid stride and swings his right leg, placing it directly into the neck, head region of Swinger.

B.A. "Payne in the Neck! This is crazy!"

MrD "D.C.P. going for the cover. 1.....NO!"

B.A. "That was ridiculous! Only a one count!"

MrD "This is some funny stuff B.A."

Swinger lifts D.C.P. in bench press fashion over his chest to stop the count. He then stands and lifts D.C.P. as he stands so that D.C.P. is over his head in a military press. He drops Payne so that he is resting on his shoulder as if J.C. is going to deliver a power slam. However, Swinger sprints forward toward a turnbuckle and slams D.C.P.'s whole back into the slightly padded post.

MrD "Now that was fuckin' brutal!"

Swinger quickly picks up the winded D.C.P. and pulls his head between his legs. He flexes both biceps and roars at the crowd. The crowd boos him as he leaps into the air and comes crashing down on Payne's whole front side.

B.A. "Beverly Hills Number Cruncher! Now the cover! 1.....2.....3!"

MrD "Hell yeah! Finally a clean match!"

Swinger calls for a mic and one is tossed to him promptly.

J.C. "D.C.P.......you weak ass little punk. You thought you had it all figured out. You thought you had this match it the bag. Well you'd better wake the fuck up! I'm J.C. Swinger, the biggest guy in this whole company and you thought that you could just walk in here and take over, starting with me. If you want to make it here in the E.W.A. you'd better pick it up, you little bitch. Here's a little treat for you when you wake up."

Swinger spits on Payne's face and stomps on his chest.

B.A. "Swinger just adding insult to injury here."

Mr. D "And where were Team Sensation when DCP needed them? He was a fool to think he could form an alliance on his first night here! And guess what? He payed for it BIG STYLE!! Like Swinger said, the guy needs to stop jerking around and get his act together if he's gonna make it here in the EWA!"

B.A. "Profound words indeed fro Mr.D there folks. Following the commercials, one of the most highly anticipated matches of the night. Our own insane luchadore, Pepi Martinez, taking on Violence, the punisher of the EWA. This match should be a classic, if not brutal match, one which I personally am looking forward too!"

Mr.D "I hope it is fu.."

B.A. (cuts Mr.D off) "We'll be right back folks!"

<various standard network commercials air.>

Down by the Stone Temple Pilots begins to play and Pepi Martinez strides through the curtain wearing his usual attire and his patented mask. He raises his arms in the air and the crowd goes wild.

B.A. "Pepi is suprisingly a fan favorite here in E.W.A. The fan's love that he's so true to himself and to his roots."

MrD "Pee pee Martinez is a no talent hack, just like Sully Apathy."

B.A. "You may change your mind after this match D."

Pepi runs to the ring and leaps onto the apron. He raises his arms to the crowd and gets a big pop, then does a corkscrew flip over the ropes.

B.A. "Holy crap! That was amazing!"

Bodies by Drowning Pool begins to play over the p.a. and the lights go out. An image appears on the Psychotron as the music hits a climax. Bloody bodies come into view, some hanging and some lying in heaps and piles of flesh. Suddenly a huge explosion goes off at the top of the rampway. Violence walks in through the curtain holding a microphone. He points at Pepi and begins to speak.

Violence "Cut the music! Pepsi Martini, this is going to be short and sweet. I'm gonna beat the fuck out of your taco guzzling, sombrero wearing, donkey shit smoking, mexican chilli pepper ass, just like I did to that little piece of sewer shit Dan Etol and Three Fifty whatever the fuck his name is. You're going to be added to the list of the fallen unbelievers. Welcome to the age of Violence. I am the new way. Let the bodies hit the floor!"

Violence drops the mic and walks to the ring. He starts to walk up the stairs but never makes it up as Pepi bounds over the turnbuckle and hits him with a high cross body. The bell is rung.

B.A. "Amazing agility by Pepi Martinez!"

MrD "Come on Violence, show him the way!"

Violence and Pepi both quickly make it to their feet. Pepi goes to whip Violence into the steel barrier but Violence reverses the move and sends Pepi careening into the steel. He flips off a crowd member that wears a Pepi mask and tosses Pepi back in under the bottom rope. He follows in under the bottom rope and picks Pepi up by the head. He whips Pepi into the turnbuckles and charges in immediately, but Pepi catches himself before he hits the turnbuckle and vaults his body into the air, still holding the turnbuckle with this hands. He catches the charging Violence around the neck with his legs and spins his body so that he is facing up and then pulls back, hitting Violence with a hurracanrana and also sending him over the top rope.

B.A. "Incredibly innovative offense by Pepi Martinez. I don't think that I've ever seen such speed either."

MrD "He is impressive, but in the end we'll know who's the man."

Pepi immediately runs and bounces off of the ropes on the opposite side as Violence begins to stand. On his return, Pepi grabs ahold of the top rope and vaults himself over it, spinning his body to the side as he flies through the air. The unexpectant Violence looks up and gets hit with Pepi's high flying move.

B.A. "Corkscrew plancha by Pepi Martinez! Beautiful maneuver by this latin luchadore."

MrD "Come on Violence. Time to stop playing around and pick up the pace."

Pepi picks Violence up by the hair and tosses him into the ring under the bottom rope. He leaps onto the apron and then vaults himself over the top rope. He lands on the second rope of the ropes adjacent to the first, then hits a springboard moonsault. Violence who lies face up on the canvas takes the graceful maneuver.

B.A. "Incredible! Pepi now going for the cover. 1.....2..No! Kick out!"

MrD "Stay in the game Violence. Mess him up."

Pepi picks Violence up by the hair and whips him against the ropes. He runs and leaps into the air, going for what looks like a hurracanrana. Violence catches him in mid air however and hits him with a vicious sitdown powerbomb. He picks Pepi up by the head and leads him to the ropes. He knocks Pepi's knees in and wraps him up in the ropes. He then begins to choke him using the ropes and bounces off of the ropes and hits Pepi with a running boot to the head. The crowd boos and the referee scolds Violence and tells him to get Pepi out of the ropes. Violence ignores him and continues to choke Pepi. The referee grabs Violence by the shoulder and and berates him again. Violence shoves the ref to the ground and then beats Pepi with repeated fists to the head.

B.A. "Referee John Stuart really getting on the case of Violence now. Violence has been and is showing poor sportsmanship in this match up."

Violence unwraps Pepi and whips him into the turnbuckle. He charges in and hits him with a hard yakuza kick to the face. Pepi falls to his knees and tries to hold himself up by the ropes. Violence punches him with hard shots to the head and sits him up on the turnbuckle.

B.A. "Looks like Violence may be going for his top rope cradle ddt."

MrD "Finish this punk off Violence."

The crowd boos as Violence climbs the turnbuckle. He flips off the crowd and goes to pull Pepi in for the cradle. Pepi fights back however. He hits Violence with punches to the stomach and Violence begins to lose his grip. Pepi flips over Violence while still hold his waist and does a sunset flip. He lands on his feet and then brings Violence down with him in a sunset flip powerbomb.

B.A. "Wow.....that was......rather brutal!"

MrD "It's fuckin' brutal you idiot! Coin your own catch phrase."

Pepi picks Violence up by the hair and leaps up onto to shoulders from the front.

B.A. "Looks like Pepi's going for a hurracanrana here."

MrD "Guess he forgot what happened the last time he tried that."

Violence catches Pepi and punches him in the side with his right arm. Pepi bends down to protect himself and Violence uses his left arm to hook around Pepi's neck. He then grabs the bent over Pepi by the waist with his right hand and hoists him into the air in vertical suplex position. He tosses him into the air and catches his waist as he falls, planting him with a screwdriver.

MrD "That B.A., was FUCKIN' BRUTAL!"

B.A. "The Punisher has been executed. This match is over. Violence going for the cover."

MrD "Where the hell's the ref?!"

B.A. "The referee is still out!"

MrD "No! Stop the pain!"

Violence stands up and picks Pepi up by the head as the ref starts to come to. He hits Pepi with a snap suplex and then picks Pepi up again. Pepi retaliates however, and kicks Violence in the stomach. He bounces off of the ropes and runs towards Violence. He leaps into the air and lands on Violence's back with his legs around Violence's head. He goes to finish the maneuver, but Violence begins to stand up to counter the move. The referee out of nowhere shoves Violence, thus sending him sprawling backwards. Pepi rolls as he and Violence hit the ground and ends up on top, holding Violence by the tights. The ref slides down next to Violence and begins to count. Pepi reaches out with both legs and catches onto the ropes for leverage. The crowd cheers wildly. 1.....2.....3!

MrD "This is total bullshit!"

B.A. "I do agree D. That was cheap."

Violence bounds to his feet and grabs the referee as Pepi runs and slides out of the ring. He hoists the ref into vertical suplex position, then drops down and hits him with The Punisher.

B.A. "Geez Violence, it was just a match. Calm down!"

As if Violence heard Bill's words, he climbs out of the ring, coming to the annouce table, getting in the face of Bill Altieri. He knocks Bill's headset off and starts pushing him in the chest. Bill, looking terrified, refuses to retaliate.

Mr.D "Whats' that smell folks. I think maybe good ol' B.A. has had a little.."whoopsy" in his trousers, 'cause it smells like a Yak's ass over here!"

Violence finally leaves for the backstage area to a chorus of boos. Bill recovers his headset and returns to his seat

B.A. "I despise that man D! He has snapped since his debut here in the EWA. Like he said, win, lose or draw, he doesn't care. As long as he can inflict pain and cause misery, he's happy. He is the thorn in the EWA's side!"

Mr.D "Did you shit in your pants Bill?"

B.A. slaps Mr.D in the face, stunning him to silence

B.A. "Up next folks, Team Sensation headline once again, as Jeff Kane defends against Vengence. No more breaks after this one folks, we see this match through to the end...when we come back "

Just as live network feed cuts to commercials, music begins to boom out of the speakers.

The house lights fade out and the line "The whole thing I think is sick... The whole thing I think is sick... The whole..." begins echoing throughout the arena. A blue light flashes once throughout the house and it goes black again. Those of the crowd that recognize the music begin cheering frantically as if they share Sypher's pain. Suddenly a bright blue strobe light flashes out as the heavy drums and guitar of "(SIC)" by Slipknot begins blaring out of the P.A. system. As the music picks up tempo and the sample screaming "Here comes the pain" comes up a brilliant white flash engulfs the arena. As it subsides, Sypher can be seen standing on the rampway. He looks over the arena glancing at faces here and there. He is dressed in his normal street / wrestling attire: baggy gray cargo pants, a black Slipknot t-shirt reading "Slit your throat and keep walking" on the back, his gray and black Vans sneakers, and a long silver chain extending from a beltloop to his knee and back up to his wallet. He begins walking slowly to the ring. Once he reaches the ring and climbs in he stands proudly in center ring and calls for a microphone which is handed to him by a nearby ring attendant. He pauses for a few moments, waiting for the crowd to settle down a bit.

Sypher "Well, I never thought I'd see the day that I'd retire. I thought I could do this forever. I almost died for that mistake. The doctors have told me that I have a shitload of fractures lining my skull in the Oxcipital something-or-other of my skull."

Sypher pauses for a few moments as the crowd begins to get noisy. As they calm down and he gathers his thoughts again, he speaks.

Sypher "Originally I said, "and... I can still fight right?" He straight up told me "No. You could die with another shot to the head." After thinking this over and realizing just how many shots to the head I tend to take, I opted for an early retirement. I haven't lived my life completely yet, and I want to see the world."

A few people in the crowd begin to laugh at Sypher's last comment while the rest give an "awww.." of condolence. As the crowd quiets down again, Sypher speaks.

Sypher "I know, that sounds like a big load of bullshit..."

He begins to speak in a mocking tone Sypher "I want to see the world.. awww..." He resumes his normal gruff tone. Sypher "I don't care if you believe me or not, I have a lot more time ahead of me than behind me and I want to see all of it. So, I'm saying farewell. Good luck to the entire roster. I've you love this business, then keep putting your all into it. I love this sport, but I'm not dying for it..." As Sypher finishes his statement Bodies by Drowning Pool booms over the P.A. He looks around angrily as Violence steps through the curtain at the head of the rampway in the arena. Violence looks around and recieves quite a few boos for his interruption. In his right hand he holds a mic and he lifts his left hand into the air and gives the entire crowd the finger. This also gives him a chorus of boos from the crowd.

Violence "Oh shut the hell up. Let me speak my piece to this tattooed piece of trash. Sypher you little ungrateful bastard. Do you remeber me? The guy who was gonna put you out in our old fed? The guy who trashed your parent's house out bitch slapped your Mom? the superior power that will put you out for good? You're actually telling me and the rest of the E.W.A. roster that you're gonna quit because of a measly little head injury? You miserable specimen! You get top matches and what am I left with? I get the fucking shaft by the ref against Pepi Martinez. Pepi Martinez of all people!"

Violence slowly begins to walk down to the ring. Sypher looks around nervously and then raises the mic to his lips.

Violence "Shut up! Sypher, take a look around. You want to make things right in the E.W.A. You want to see the world.You want to do this. You want to do that."

Violence now stands infront of the ring.

Violence "Sypher I've got something for you to do. Just shut that little, "never says no" mouth!"

Violence drops his mic, slides into the ring and charges Sypher who tries to escape the ring through the ropes. Violence grabs him by the back of his pants and pulls him back with one hand, then pounds on the back of his head with vicous fists with the other. The crowd boos emphatically. Violence once again flips off the crowd. He then picks up Sypher and whips him against the ropes. He charges him and clotheslines him over the top rope and out of the ring on the way back.

B.A. "Violence, get the hell out of here. You sick bastard, just leave the man in peace!"

Violence grabs a chair and tosses it into the ring over the ropes. He whips Sypher into the steel barrier and follows up with a lariat. He then rolls Sypher into the ring under the bottom rope. He follows Sypher in and picks up the chair that he threw in. Sypher begins to stand and run, but is cut off when Violence beats him in the back with the steel chair. Even though he has no mic, Violence's four letter obscenities can still be heard quite clearly as he yells them at Sypher. He takes the steel chair and props it sideways on the top turnbuckle in the closest corner to Sypher. Sypher writhes in pain on the ground and Violence stomps on his head for good measure. He then picks him up by the hair and leads him to the turnbuckle. Violence turns however, so his back is to the turnbuckle.

B.A. "What the hell is this?! Would someone please get out here and stop this!"

Violence pulls Sypher's head inbetween his legs and lifts his hand into the air, giving the crowd the finger while he yells,"Fuck you all!"

Suddenly, Rock You Like A Hurricane hits. The crowd roars to life.

B.A. "Tim Dewey! I never thought that I'd say this, but I am truly happy to see Tim Dewey."

MrD "I'm still not happy to see him."

Tim Dewey steps out of the curtain at the top of the rampway and the crowd stands and gives him an ovation. He stands wearing his two stripe sports pants and a white t-shirt and holds a mic in his right hand. He holds a hand in the air and the crowd begins to die down.

Stud "Violence, think about this! You could end a man's life here. You could end a man's life with one maneuver. Think about it."

B.A. "What the hell is this?! Several men are slowly surrounding the ring. I see Sully Apathy, D.C.P., Pepi Martinez, Dan Etoll, and Akuma Akairo. What is this, a coalition?"

Violence looks at The Stud and begins to laugh. His lips curl in a malicious, evil smile. His lips can be read as he slowly says, "Fuck you." The Stud begins to pace back and forth at the head of the isle. Violence hoists Sypher's body into the air.

B.A. "No! Violence don't do it!"

Violence flips Sypher into a powerbomb, but instead of slamming Sypher down, he drops back, slamming Sypher's head into the chair propped up in the corner.