(Regular Match)

Announcer Derek DeGaulle: Now, coming to the ring at a height of 6'2" and 250 pounds, hailing from Jacksonville, Florida.... SHARIC JACKSON!

["Make Me Bad (remix)" by KoRn begins to play as Sharic walks out onto the ramp. He stands at the top of the ramp with his hands folded after doing this for a bit he then walks down the rampway and arena as the fans give him a mixed reaction. He then makes it to the ring he then slides under the ropes into the ring. He grins then get's down on one knee and punches the ground as white rockets go off accross the apron behind him.]

Will: Sharic has actually shown some improvement as of late.

Jake: I'll admit, he has been.

Announcer Derek DeGaulle: And, his opponent, at 6'2" and 236 pounds out of Miami, Florida.... SHAOLIN!

["Last Resort" begins to play and the crowed pops instantly as The X-Perience walks out. He takes his time walking to the ring and then climbs to the top rope as pyro begins to flare, He then somersaults into the ring to once again to get a pop from the fans.]

Will: Shaolin is another one of those guys that you gotta watch in the undercards. You never know who the next big name guy will be.

Jake: Always true... very true.

[Shaolin reaches and whips Sharic into the ropes. He drops to the mat, Sharic jumping over, and then powerslams him to the mat. Shaolin hops up and smiles to the fans. Sharic quickly hops up though and and taps Shaolin on the shoulder. Shaolin spins around and Sharic nails him with some lefts and rights, pummelling away at Shaolin. Sharic smoothly DDTs Shaolin and goes for a cover.]

Will: This early?

Referee Steve Lambert: 1...

[Shaolin gets a shoulder up. Sharic whips Shaolin into the ropes and on the return, Shaolin catches Sharic with a swinging neckbreaker. Shaolin quickly runs to the corner to attempt a moonsault. Just as he reaches the top of the turnbuckle, the lights go out.]

Jake: What is THIS about?!

Will: Jake... I'm scared...

Jake: [sighs]

["My Evil Plan To Save The World" by Five Iron Frenzy hits the PA system in Memphis. The fans sound confused... you hear a thump inside the ring, and a spotlight shines in the ring. You see Sharic and Shaolin, both knocked cold, and a guy in street clothes wearing a ski-mask. He holds a mic up to his mouth as the music hits the vocals, he sings along...]

MAN [singing]: "I have an evil plan, to save the world for every man. And I think it's better than the way it's being run... Oh, the groundwork's laid, don't be afraid..."

[The music cuts and the man pauses. He laughs then and pulls a spraypaint can from his jacket, shaking it hard as he continues to laugh.]

MAN: I have an evil plan... to save this federation at least. Let's see... Sharic? Nah, you're not in the PLAN.

[The man spraypaints a large red "X" on Sharic's back.]

MAN: Shaolin? The "X-Perience"?! I think NOT. You're not helping the PLAN.

[The man spraypaints a large red "X" on Shaolin's back as well.]

MAN: This fed needs a savior and I'M the one for the job. I've got the evil plan... consider everyone in EPWA WARNED.

[The crowd pops a little... and then the cheers turn to screams as the spotlight shuts off and then the arena lights come back... no man in sight. Shaolin and Sharic both stand up and look at each other... "My Evil Plan To Save The World" hits again, and on the Elite-Tron an animation pops up. A HUGE red outline "X" is in the background and the number "6" flashes in front of it in white... the number flashes for ten seconds, and then disappears.]

Will: Who the HELL was that?!

[Shaolin seems especially upset, but Sharic spins him around and puts him into "Grim Expectations" (Holds opponent in a rack position, then spins them off into a falling neckbreaker)! Sharic goes for the cover...]

Referee Steve Lambert: 1... 2... 3!!!

Will: What just happened here?

Jake: I don't know... but somehow Sharic comes away with a victory!

Announcer Derek DeGaulle: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pinfall.... SHARIC!

In Demand vs. Fire & Ice

(EPWA Tag Team Title Match)

Jake: Up next is the qualifying match for our tag team tournament...this match was originally set to be Inferna and Ares against In Demand, Johnny Drake and Shane Blake. But..well take a look at this footage from earlier tonight.

[Cut to a previously recorded segment. We have caught up with Inferna and Ares in the back, presumably to get a word in about their tag match]

Inferna: About tonight...I'm afraid there's going to a small change of plans. It's nothing against Ares; I mean he's a great partner, but...there's only one person I can team up with, and I think we all know who he is.

[From behind comes the one and only, Iceman. He embraces Inferna and kisses her passionatly, holding the kiss for a long while. The two of them smile as the footage ends and we return to ringside]

Jake: That was so touching..and it also makes this match the re-united Fire & Ice against In Demand!

Will: Yeah so we can see In Demand break them both apart!

Jake: You have no heart..you know that?

Will: Yeah, I know. Let's get on with the match, shall we?

Derek DeGaulle: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is the qualifying match for the tag title tournament. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 347 pounds.. FIRE & ICE!!!!

[The arena is completely dark. "The Kids Aren't Alright" by The Offspring hits. Two pits open up in the entrance stage. One is surrounded by 6' high flames while the other has blue light and a fog coming out of it. From the Fire pit, Inferna rises. From the dry ice pit, the IceMan emerges. They meet at center stage and give each other a huge all-enveloping kiss. With that, they grasp hands and walk down the ramp to fight. Inferna looks excited, IceMan looks serious. They enter the ring and each mount a turnbuckle. They raise their arms and incite the crowd to cheer. The fans go wild and the team is now ready to fight.

Derek DeGaulle: And their opponents, "Five Star" Shane Blake and "The Innovator" Johnny Drake...they are IN DEMAND!

[[A silence comes over the crowd, while the first part of "Thrown Away" by Papa Roach blares over the PA system. As the lyrics begin, In Demand-- "The Innovator" Johnny Drake and "Five Star" Shane Blake-- enter, accompanied by the blonde bombshell-- Stacey Williams. Johnny Drake is dressed in black Kikwear pants and a black tanktop, while Shane is dressed in black cargo jeans and a tight black T-shirt. Shane's hair is blue with silver streaks through it. Stacey is dressed in a lovely red dress and black clubby heels, with her blonde hair flowing while walking to the ring. The trio enters the ring, Shane holds the ropes for Stacey, then go to the nearest ropes. Johnny and Shane stand on the ropes, one foot on the bottom rope and one on the middle, as Stacey stands on the second rope in between them. Stacey then hops back to the mat and exits the ring as Johnny Drake takes off his tank top and the music fades off.]

[Ding Ding Ding]

Jake: And it's under way! This is going to be a close match..

Will: Riiight..not even Fire and Ice can stand up to In Demand! You guys rule!!

[We start off with Iceman against Johnny Drake. The two lock up, and Drake whips Iceman into the ropes. Drake with a dropkick, staggering Iceman backwards. Drake runs at Iceman and clotheslines him, taking him down. He quickly runs into the ropes and drops an elbow before pulling Iceman to his feet. Drake executes an arm drag, and another, and another, before picking him up in a stalling vertical suplex. Drake floats over and hooks Iceman's leg]

[1...2..KICKOUT!]

Jake: Near fall by Johnny Drake, but Fire and Ice won't give up without a fight!

Will: They don't know what they're up against..go get 'em, Drake!

[Drake pulls Iceman to his feet, but Iceman is able to nail him with an elbow to the gut. Ice hooks Drake's head under his arm, and drops quickly into a DDT. He pulls Drake to his feet again and bodyslams him to the mat, following quickly with a leg drop. Ice starts to drag Drake towards his own corner, where he pulls him back up and whips him into the turnbuckle, before tagging in Inferna. Inferna climbs in the ring and climbs to the second rope. She flips backwards, locking both legs around Drake's head, and executes a hurricanrana, holding both his legs for a pinfall]

[1...2...KICKOUT as Shane Blake runs in the ring and throw Inferna off Drake before being forced back to his own corner]

Jake: Damn Blake! Inferna would have had Drake!

Will: Good thing he made the save then.

[Inferna yanks Drake to his feet, and takes him down with a hiptoss. She quickly runs to the ropes and the second Drake gets to his feet, she nails him with a spinning heel kick. Inferna drives her knee into Drake's midsection. She pulls him back to his feet and whips him into the ropes, but Drake counters it. Drake grabs Inferna as she bounces off the ropes, and slams her face first onto the ring. Drake smirks as he walks over and tags in Shane Blake. Blake walks up to Inferna and drags her by the hair over to the corner. He sits himself on the top rope and raises one hand in the air, only to be hit in the stomach by Inferna. Inferna shakes the ropes, causing Blake to fall off the turnbuckle and land in a very painful position before falling back to the canvas. Inferna herself hops to the second rope and flips off with a moonsault, landing perfectly on Blake and hooking his leg]

[1...2.....KICKOUT!]

Jake: Dammit! Inferna almost had him!

Will: She's lucky she's so damn hot, or I would boo her right now..

Jake: I bet you would..

[Inferna pulls Blake to his feet, picks him up, and bodyslams him. Inferna drops an elbow and then picks him up again, to try for a suplex. She isn't quite able to lift him up, and instead Blake lifts her up into the air, tilts to one side and drops her to the mat in a modified jackhammer-type move. He pulls her to her feet and sends her into the ropes before knocking her off-balance with a dropkick. Shane tags in Drake and both men stand in front of and behind Inferna, and driver her down with a simultaneous front and reverse russian legsweep. Drake drops down and hooks Inferna's leg]

[1...2.....KICKOUT!!]

Jake: She kicked of out that! Good job!

Will [without emotion]: Boo! Boo!

[Inferna starts to slowly move back towards Iceman, who reaches his hand out in anticipation of the tag. Drake sits back and waits. Inferna tags in Iceman who jumps in the ring and runs towards Drake, who does the exact same thing. The two of them start rapidly exchanging blows, each one blocking and countering. Finally Iceman gets in a lightning fast counterpunch, and Drake's guard is down. Iceman lifts Drake up for a vertical suplex, and instead drops him straight on his head in a brainbuster. Ice, not yet finished with Drake, pulls him to his feet and sends him into the ropes. He grabs Drake and drops him with an inverted atomic drop. Ice turns his attention for the moment to Blake, and runs at him, clotheslining him and sending him to the floor outside of the ring. Ice turns around, and is met by a low blow by Drake which the referee doesn't see. Drake locks Iceman in an inverted facelock and drops straight down into an inverted DDT, just as Shane gets back on the ring apron. Drake tags in Shane, and Drake, still holding Iceman, sits on the second rope. He lifts Ice up and jumps off as Shane catches his head, slamming him down in a move they call the Aggravated Assault. Drake proceeds to walk over to Inferna and pull her in the ring by her hair. He sets her up for a powerbomb and instead flips it into a facebuster, knocking her out. Meanwhile Shane hooks Iceman's leg...]

[1...]

Jake: NO! Don't let these two assholes win!

[2..]

Will: Yes..YESS!!

[3!!]

[Ding Ding Ding]

Derek DeGaulle: Here are your winners, IN DEMAND!

Jake: Those bastards! Fire and Ice should have won this match, but nooo those two have to go and somehow pull out a victory..now they get to face Wavelength and have a chance at winning the tag titles.

Will: Yes! I knew they could do it! In Demand, baby, they're all that!

Jake: Maybe you should write their catch phrases...moron.

[We cut to various parts in the match, including all the near falls, and finally a clip of In Demand hitting their Aggravated Assault finisher to pick up the victory and to get a shot at becoming the first EPWA tag team champions]

The Shogun vs. Silky Palms vs. "The Black Angel" Yoshihiro Takagi

(World Title Tournament Semi-Finals; No DQ)

Announcer Derek DeGaulle: Now, coming to the ring at a height of 6'0" and 245 pounds, hailing from Pikesville, Maryland.... SHOGUN!

[Suddenly, "Damage,Inc." by Metallica hits and the crowd cheers. The Shogun comes out of the entrance with his sword in his left hand and a mean, focused look in his eyes. As he slowly walks to the ring in his Karate uniform, he interacts with the fans. He shouts out "Who's the man?" and the crowd loudly replies "THE SHOGUN!". He then walks up the steps, climbs through the ropes and stands in the middle of the ring with his sword drawn. He holds it upside-down in his left hand and holds his arms up shoulder length and his feet spread shoulder length. Then, fire shoots up from the apron about 8 feet in the air.]

Will: The Shogun is the only non-SWF wrestler in the semi-finals, Jake.

Jake: I'm impressed, Will...

Announcer Derek DeGaulle: And, his opponent, at 6'1" and 235 pounds out of Boston, Massachusettes.... Silky PALMS!

[A familiar music box melody chimes in on the PA, as a pisture of Silky Palms flashes on screen, alternating with the phrase "One Sexy Bitch...". Then the music kicks in, and Silky struts out, accompanied by "The Entourage"(Cokey, Mystacy, and Terra) as the screen displays highlights from his SWF and Military carreer, and shots of him lounging about nearly naked with fine women, throwing money around. He strikes a low double bicep pose, and the girls fawn over him, while Cokey raises both hands and wave them toward himself like he's calling on all comers. They continue to the ring, Silky front handsprings over the ropes, spins around, and makes a little heart shape with his hands, then breaks it as explosions erupt from all four posts. Cokey holds the ropes as the girls climb in, and Silky gyrates his hips with his hands above his head, letting his unzipped pants slide to his thighs, then he lowers his arms to let the jacket slide and hang from his forearms as the girls apply kisses to his body, leaving lipstick on his chest, abs, and upper thighs, befor each kissing his cheeks as they remove his glasses. He takes off his chain after Cokey removes his coat, and settles into the corner, where the girls fondle his chest, and Silky rubs his shoulders like he was a boxer preparing for a bout.]

Will: I love Silky Palms! I just want everyone to know that!

Jake: ...

Will: ... not THAT way, moron.

Jake: Sure you don't.

Announcer Derek DeGaulle: And, their final opponent, at 5'11" and 225 pounds out of Osaka, Japan.... BLACK ANGEL!

[Suddenly, the houselights dim, and Prodigy's "Mindfields" blares over the speakers, as the crowd begins to fill with boos, the entrance way lights up to reveal the sillouette of "The Black Angel" Yoshihiro Takagi. Takagi then steps out into the spotlight, and sprays his black mist into the air. While waving off the jeers and obcenities of the fans, he makes his way to the ring, climbs onto the apron, and flips over the ropes.]

Will: Black Angel has been on fire too...

Jake: Yeah, he has. I hate all of these guys.

Will: Ohhhhhh I'm gonna get you fired for that one...

[Black Angel grabs Shogun, quickly whipping him into a corner. Shogun hits chestfirst, stumbling backwards out of the turnbuckle. Black Angel swings along behind him and drops him with a running bulldog. Silky sits back and laughs at all this action while Black Angel picks Shogun back up.]

Will: Very smart, Silky! Very smart!

Jake: What?! He's wasting time!

Will: Conserving energy, my friend...

[Black Angel begins to lay punches into Shogun, rocking him backwards. Silky motions for Cokey to get something. Cokey tosses Silky a kendo stick, and Silky runs at Black Angel, cracking it over his head!]

Will: YEAH SILK!

[Silky then smacks Shogun with the stick too. Silky tosses it to a corner and makes a cover on Shogun.] Referee Steve Lambert: 1...

[Shogun gets a shoulder up just as Black Angel breaks it up as well.]

Will: Oooh so close.

Jake: What?!

Will: Well, it WAS.

[Black Angel grabs Silky by the head and whips him over the ropes to the outside. Silky catches himself on the ropes and sits on the outside apron. Meanwhile, Black Angel picks up Shogun and taps his chin to lift him up. Black Angel backs up a few steps and attempts a superkick, but Shogun ducks! Shogun grabs Black Angel and lays some punches in, then backing him into the ropes. He whips him across and then grabs him and nails his finisher, the "Shogun DDT" (More powerful variant of DDT)!]

Jake: Oh man, Black Angel is in trouble here.

Will: SILKY! GET IN THERE!

[Shogun makes the cover...] Referee Steve Lambert: 1... 2...

[Silky quickly climbs the turnbuckle and does a HUGE frogsplash to break up the pin!]

Will: THAT'S more like it...

Jake: Man, if you sucked up to Silky any more, I'd have to shoot myself.

[Silky rolls off, as all three men are hurt. Black Angel rolls to the side, looking up the aisle. He makes a motion, and then slowly gets to his knees.]

Will: What is he doing?!

Jake: I'm not sure. He motioned for SOMETHING.

[Black Angel climbs to his feet and continues motioning to the back. Meanwhile, Shogun and Silky are both back up to their feet. Shogun swings at Silky, but Silky grabs it and locks in a reverse russian legsweep. He gets up and kicks Shogun to the outside. Black Angel has gotten back into the match and as Silky is yelling at Shogun on the outside, Black Angel swings Silky back around. Takagi whips Silky across the ring and kicks him in the gut on his return. Angel then backs up and kicks Silky HARD across the chest, nearly lifting him off his feet!]

Will: Way to go... err.. ugh.. COME ON!

Jake: Give me a break...

[Shogun is back to his feet on the outside, but Takagi takes advantage of the situation and quickly lifts Silky up and hits his finisher, the "Jagged Edge" (Cradle Tombstone Piledriver) on Silky! Takagi makes the cover...] Referee Steve Lambert: 1... 2...

[Silky kicks out. Black Angel stands up just as Shogun gets back in. Shogun nails BA with a running clothesline and knocks him out, over the ropes to the outside. Shogun picks up Silky and goes for his "Shogun DDT" once more, but Silky blocks it and gives Shogun an elbow to the gut. Silky grabs Shogun and nails a huge belly to belly suplex!]

Will: YEAH SILKY!

[Silky lifts Shogun back up and hits him with the "Silk Streem" (Body Press into 3/4 Turn Neckbreaker)! Meanwhile, several men come down the ramp. They're all in suits and sunglasses, and they're pushing a casket with black flowers on top. One of the men tosses a pair of handcuffs to Black Angel, who is still on the floor.]

Jake: What is he doing?!

Will: I don't know, but Silky's gonna win! GO FOR THE COVER SILK!

[Silky goes for the cover...]

Referee Steve Lambert: 1... 2... 3!!!

[Black Angel slides in just too late as Silky gets the win!]

Will: Yeah Silky! There he is... the man who will be the FIRST EPWA Champion.

Jake: Wouldn't count on that, Will.

Announcer Derek DeGaulle: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pinfall.... SILKY PALMS!

[Silky's music hits and the crowd boos loudly as Silky gets up and poses for the crowd in a corner. Black Angel sneaks up behind up though and slaps the handcuffs on Silky, cuffing him to the ropes!]

Will: What is Angel DOING?!

[The men in the suits go into action. A couple grab Mystacy, one of Silky's managers, and bring her into the ring. One of them grab a table from under the ring and slide it in, and the others grab ahold of Shogun. Black Angel directs traffic as he gets ahold of Mystacy. Takagi screams something at her, and then smiles evilly at Silky, who is forced to watch on. The men set up a table and place Mystacy on Takagi's shoulders in position for a powerbomb...]

Jake: NO! DON'T DO THIS TAKAGI!

Will: Oh my god, this isn't right...

[Takagi backs up and climbs to the second rope. He jumps off, putting Mystacy through the table with a sit-down powerbomb! The camera breaks away, looking at the crowd instead...]

Will: Man, we need some help out here...

Jake: Would someone get some officials out here?!

[The men laugh at Silky, and Black Angel slaps him in the face for insult. He then turns his attention to Shogun. Angel grabs ahold of Shogun, who has been handcuffed with his hands behind him. The men jump out of the ring and open the casket.]

Jake: This is NOT happening...

[Black Angel tosses Shogun into the casket and shuts it! EPWA officials come running down as the suited men and Black Angel make their way to the back with the casket. The officials ignore them as they go to the ring to attend to Mystacy and Silky. Black Angel gets to the top off the ramp and points to the edge.]

Jake: He wouldn't...

[Black Angel pushes the casket with Shogun inside OVER the edge, tumbling and crashing to the floor!]

Will: He would...

Jake: This is insane... illegal... just inhuman...

[Black Angel and the men leave as more EMTs arrive and cart Shogun and Mystacy to the back to be checked over.]

Ares vs. Jett Richardson

(Hardcore Barbwire Ropes Match)

Jake: Next up ladies and gentlemen, we have a Hardcore Match, featuring the god of war, Ares, up against Jett Richardson!

Will: Now I'm actually going to watch this one, maybe it'll get interesting!

Jake: Let's hope so...

Derek DeGaulle: The following contest is schedualed for one fall and it is a Hardcore Match. Meaning that there will be no disqualifications! Introducing first: from Miami, FL, weighing 236 pounds, Jeeeeeett Richardson!

[As "Hammering In My Head" by Garbage hits the speakers, Jett walks out of the arena entrance. He walks about half way down to the ring, then stops. He looks around at the crowd and puts both hands up to the side and puts his head back. Pyro comes out from behind him and flies in front of him. He walks through all the sparks and walks the rest of the way down to the ring. He climbs into the ring and jumps up onto the turnbuckle as the pyro dies off. He climbs to the top rope and puts his hands to the side again. He then does a backwards sumersault and lands in the middle of the ring. As he hits pyro goes off around him and he. The pyro dies down and he walks over to the rops and looks at the arena entrance waiting for his apponent.]

Dere DeGaulle: And his opponent, from Manderley, weighing 235 pounds, the god of war, Aaaaaares!

["Spacelord" by Monster Magnet starts to play. Ares, the war god walks out to hear the crowd, which is booing. He makes his way to the ring and as he raises his fists, red flashes of pyro go off all around the ring. The second the pyro stops, Jett rushes Ares and knocks him down with a shoulderblock]

[Ding Ding Ding]

Jake: Hell yeah, its starting!

Will: Damn, I've..never seen you this excited about a match..

[Jett picks Ares up and takes him right back down again with an arm drag. Jett grabs Ares by the hair and slams his head into the turnbuckle a couple of times, and then heads outside the ring. Jett grabs a folding chair and goes back inside the ring, but Ares is waiting for him. Ares kicks him in the stomach, and follows it up with a piledriver onto the steel chair. Ares covers Jett..]

[1...2...KICKOUT!!]

Jake: Holy..this match is going to be brutal. I just know it!

Will: Duh, that's why it's called a HARDCORE match!

[Ares picks Jett up and whips him into the ropes. Ares catches Jett in a back body drop, again dropping him onto the steel chair. Ares pulls Jett to his feet and bodyslams him two times, pausing in between each slam to execute a quick stomp. Finally he picks Jett up again and twists his arm before driving an elbow into the back of his skull. Ares now executes a hiptoss on Jett, sending him one quarter of the way across the ring. He walks over and, rolling Jett on his stomach, stands the chair upright. Ares lifts Jett in the air, and slams him down over the chair]

Jake: Oh my god!

Will: Joey Styles, you ain't...

[Ares pulls Jett to his feet, scoops him up into the air, and drives him down into a shoulderbreaker. He walks outside of the ring, and searches underneath until he finds...a table! Ares slides the table in the ring, and starts to set it up when he is nailed from behind with a low blow by Jett. Jett spins Ares around and catches him in a double underhook suplex, floating over and hooking both his legs]

[1...2.....KICKOUT!!]

[Jett stomps on Ares before picking him back up and catapulting him into the turnbuckle. Jett whips him into the opposite turnbuckle and charges after him, attempting a modified variant of the Godfather's Ho Train. Ares ducks out of the way just in the nick of time, and Jett's head smashes against the turnbuckle. As he staggers backwards, Ares locks one arm around his waist, and slams him to the ground. Ares starts to drag Jett over towards where the table is. Jett regains his senses and starts to elbow Ares in the stomach, breaking free of his grip. Jett knees Ares in the gut, and lifts him up onto the top rope. He then starts to set the table up. Jett climbs up on the top rope with Ares, and attempts to lift him up into a superplex. But Ares reverses it and lifts Jett onto his shoulders. He leaps off the top rope, driving Jett head-first through the table in a Death Valley Driver! A "Holy Sh*t" chant erupts from the crowd as Ares crawls over and drapes an arm over Jett]

[1...2......3!!!]

[Ding Ding Ding]

Derek DeGaulle: Here is your winner, the god of war, Ares!

Jake: Good god..Jett may be dead! He isn't moving..I think he IS dead!

Will: No he's not dead. Battered and bruised maybe, but not dead. Both those guys are hurt..BADLY.

[The EPWA's crew of EMT's head to the ring to tend to Ares and Jett, specifically Jett since he landed head-first through a table. We cut to a replay of the awesome top rope DVD by Ares through the table to win the match, and then we fade to a promo for Friday Night Fury]

Sniper vs. Candy vs. "The Spotlight" James Cryptic

(World Title Tournament Semi-Finals; No DQ)

Derek DeGaulle: This next match, is scheduled for one fall, with no disqualification... and is a semi-final round in the EPWA World Title Tournament!

[The crowd cheers at the annoucement, as the arena goes dark. On the Elite-Tron, it shows at night a rooftop with someone in a trench coat as a lightning bolt strikes from above and crowd has mixed boos and cheers. Now AC/DC's "Back in Black" starts lights only flicker on and off when lightning bolt strikes and you can barely see him walking to the ring with a trenchcoat on he gets in the ring and does a cutthroat taunt as lights get brighter when he goes through the taunt...he takes off the trenchcoat and the sunglasses and hands them down to the time keeper and waits for his opponents.

Derek DeGaulle: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan... weighing in at 231 pounds... SNIPER!!!

Will: Sniper needs to buckle down more if he wants to get anywhere in this company.

Jake: But he DID make it to the semi-finals..

Will: Oh shut up...

["Mickey" by Tony Basil begins to play, as Candy comes out of the back. She runs down the ramp and then does a flip over the ropes and does a sommersault into a split. And that second, confetti shoots out of cannons.]

Will: .....

Jake: Close your mouth Will, you're drooling.

Will: *snaps out of his trance* Huh? Oh... uhh... what?

Jake: *sighs*

Derek DeGaulle: And the first opponent, from Los Angeles, California.... CANDY!!!

["The Way I Am" by Eminem blasts through the speakers as the lights go out, and the fans go wild. Shortly after a spotlight races through the crowd, until it finally focuses on James Cryptic as he makes his way through the audience. He seems to be in a great mood as he's bouncin around, slappin hands, puttin his arms around female fans and such, while gradually making his way down to ringside.]

Jake: Cryptic doesn't seem to be in too much of a hurry.

Will: Whoopedy doo, Spiderman has arrived.

Jake: Shut up.

[Cryptic begins a slight jog through the capacity crowd, as he jumps so that he is standing on the guard rail. He pumps once, and jumps onto the ring apron, after which he thrusts himself forward with assistance from the ropes and somersaults over the top rope into the ring. The mystery man is tossed a mic, but before he is able to speak, the fans drown him out with deafening cheers]

Jake: The rookie Cryptic seems to have acquired a major fan base in his two short weeks in the EPWA.

Will: Well who else are the fans going to cheer for, Sharic?

Jake: Good point.

Will: Well he seems to appreciate it. What a prima donna. These same fans will be his downfall.

Jake: They didn't seem to distract him during last week's match, and he handled himslf well with the veteran Storm.

Will: What are you talkin about? He got his ass kicked!

Jake: Whatever.

[The cheers die down a small bit as Cryptic takes a deep breath... but then stops before he says another word. He shakes his head, and his hand, as if this isn't the way he wants it to go down. He turns to Sniper, gives him the finger, then turns to Candy, and motions for her to suck it. With that, he climbs out of the ring to the delight of the fans, and climbs back into the audience. The fans go nuts, but Cryptic motions for them all to calm down as he begins to speak...]

Cryptic: James Cryptic has been in this federation for only two weeks, but he is familiar with everyone here. He knows them on a higher level, more than any of them will ever know.

Many wonder why last week there were no "rookie mistakes" from The Spotlight; well he thought he explained it well enough before: There is a higher order at stake here, and The Spotlight appreciates every fan who sticks by him.

[cheers]

Nobody in this entire damn federation gives you people the credit you deserve... well thats what Cryptic's here for. This match is the moment of truth, the match that shall elevate him into the final against Silky Palms, and he couldn't have done it without you guys. You've always stuck by him, and he appreciates it more than you could ever believe.

Some think his nerves are unsteady, but The Spotlight has been in this position before. He can keep his cool, and dominate as usual. Candy Cane, you're familiar with my style no doubt, but unfortunately honey, you're about to lose the ability to raise those pom poms. Underestimation is a grave mistake, and nearly every person in this entire federation has underestimated The Spotlight, and for no good reason. They speak of a man who isn't even in the federation more highly tghan they speak of Cryptic. Well The Spotlight demands respect, and if its not given, he shall force it upon everyone. He's worked his way from the bottom already, and he's not about to go back down there. Tonight is the night that The Spotlight makes his mark on the EPWA. No regret, no remorse, no mistakes.
Sniper, you speak confidently, but you have nothing to back yourself up. You truly are one of the genuinely ignorant, for you have no idea what you're dealing with. And with that,. I remind you this: There's a God of the Sky, a God of the Sea... we even have our very own God of War. The Spotlight's just God Damn happy he gets to kick your ass right here tonight!

[Chants of "Spot-light, Spot-Light" break out amoung the audience as James Cryptic waits for the audience to quiet down... he's not done yet]

Many wonder why The Spotlight hides behind a mask, for he is such a fan favourite, everyone wonders why he doesn't just show his face.

The Spotlight finds it HILARIOUS that just because he is behind a mask, his face grazes across NO merchandise, yet he is clearly the #1 favourite of the fans. If you could see his face, would it all be different? Would he have been taken seriously and booked against harder opponents in his first matches? Hell yes.
You won't hear Spotlight complain, or brag, for he is humble, and the meek shall inherit the Earth. The Spotlight will settle for the EPWA. He'll be a Model Employee, go into that squared circle, and get the job done. He'll advance to the finals, win the World title, and prove to one and all that once again he shall be the one to raise this new federation to the top. He could just sit back and leave it on someone else's shoulders to elevate this federation. But he can't. I was given the charisma, the talent, and the physical features that are the stepping stone to a successful role model, leader, and hero to all the children out there. I can't turn back now, I'm too determined to succeed. I wish there was something I could do about it, but what can I say?

[And with that, The fans go wild as Cryptic slaps some more hands, runs, leaps the guard rail, and climbs onto the ring apron, after which he thrusts himself into the ring with an over the top rope somersault. He backs into his corner and motions for his opponents to bring it on as the opening bell rings]

Jake: He sure is determined. Thats the kind of confidence that'll advance him into the next round.

Will: More like the cocky attitude that'll help him get his ass whipped.

Jake: Only time will tell.

[Candy and Sniper take off running at Cryptic as he patiently awaits them. Just as they're about to reach him, Candy puts on the breaks as Cryptic drops Sniper with a clothesline and then looks straight at her. Sniper starts to roll out the ring to gather himself, as Candy approaches Cryptic. She swings, and he blocks it and counters with his own, she blocks that and they keep going back and forth. Meanwhile, Sniper's outside searching under the ring]

Jake: Looks like Sniper's quickly taking advantage of the "No Disqualification" rule.

Will: Wouldn't you??

[Sniper pulls out a cookie sheet, and slides in the ring]

Will: What the fuck? A cookie sheet? Where does this shit come from, and why is it under our ring??

Jake: One of the many questions no one will EVER know the answer to Will.

[Candy sends Cryptic to the ropes, and catches him with a kick to the gut on the way back. She runs to the ropes, but gets dropped to the floor by Sniper and his weilded Cookie Sheet o' Doom. Cryptic looks over at Sniper as Sniper comes at him with the sheet, and swings. Cryptic thinks fast and punches the cookie sheet, knocking it back into the face of Sniper. Cryptic starts shaking his hand because of the pain from punching the sheet. But soon shakes it off and goes after Candy.]

Will: Oh no... not Candy!

Jake: She's not exactly helpless Will.

[He picks her up by her hair, and whips her to the corner.. but she reverses it and sends her to the corner. She runs in and connects with a knee to his gut. Candy hops over the top rope onto the apron outside, then slingshots herself back inside, grabs his head with her feet and gives him a flying head scissors out of the corner into the center of the ring]

Jake: Nice move by Candy there.

[Sniper is on his feet now, as Candy also gets to her feet. They lock up, then Sniper kicks Candy in the stomach. She doubles over, and he applies a standing head scissors. Sniper lifts her up, and goes to powerbomb her on top of Cryptic, but Cryptic rolls out of the way just as she makes impact with the mat. Cryptic hops to his feet, and dropkicks Sniper.. knocking him out of the ring and onto the outside. Sniper slowly starts to stand as Cryptic pursues him to the outside. Cryptic and Sniper starts trading punches back and forth as Candy stirs in the ring. She tries to use the ropes to get up and finally gets to her feet.]

Will: That's right Candy, don't let them keep you down!

Jake: I seriously doubt a cheerleader needs a cheerleader, Will.

Will: Quiet you.

[Sniper slams Cryptic's head into the steel railing on the outside, then tosses him over into the crowd. He climbs over the railing as the security guards hold the rowdy fans back away from the two athletes. Candy slides out the ring, and lifts up the ring apron. The crowd cheers as she pulls out a table and sets it up next to the guard railing.]

Jake: Candy's going for that wood.

Will: Won't be the last time.. and I'm sure it's not the first.

Jake: Oh you're a RIOT of laughs Will.

[Candy hops into the crowd as Cryptic and Sniper can be seen deep into the sea of audience now battling it out. Candy grabs a chair and starts making her way to her two opponents. The cameras cut to Cryptic and Sniper, who're now up in the stands fighting. Candy quickly runs up to where they are, and cracks the chair across Cryptic's back. Cryptic winces in pain, then turns to face Candy. She reels back and swings again, but this time Cryptic avoids it, and she clocks Sniper and he flips backwards over the railing. He tries to grab hold of the rail, but his hand just slips off and he falls about 10 feet to the concrete floor below!]

Jake: My GOD!

Will: Hahahahahaha!! He busted his ass!

Jake: That's not funny Will! Sniper could be seriously hurt!

Will: Oh he's fine. Sniper's like a god damn cartoon. He keeps bringing his stupid ass back.

Jake: I don't know...

[The crowd let out a "OOOH!" as Sniper makes contact with the floor. Candy goes running down the stairs to Sniper, and starts stomping away on him. She stands him up and starts making their way back towards the ring as Cryptic slowly follows.]

Will: Here they come.

Jake: Gee... thanks for pointing that out.

[Candy climbs over the railing and put Sniper on the table. She gets on the apron and jumps off, nailing a splash onto him and going through the table! Cryptic reaches the railing and hops over, as Candy slowly starts to stir. Cryptic picks Candy up, and tosses her into the ring. SOMEHOW, Sniper starts moving.. and uses the railing to stand to his feet.]

Will: How in the HELL?! Sniper's ALIVE?!!

Jake: Apparently.

[Cryptic gets into the ring, as Sniper starts wandering around and picks up a chair.]

Will: Sniper's wandering around like he's on that crack.

[Cryptic whips Candy to the ropes as Sniper comes back with the chair. Candy attempts a running hurricaranna, but Cryptic holds her up, pushes out her legs, and drops the Pom Pom queen into a face drop! Sniper throws the chair into the ring as Cryptic gets to his feet, but as Sniper climbs in the ring and goes for the chair, Cryptic picks up the foreign weapon, and slugs him over the head with it, sending Sniper stumbling back, through the ropes to the outside of the ring! However, in this short time, Candy has sowly gotten back to her feet, and as The Spotlight turns around to hit Candy, she dropkicks the chair into his face, sending him to the mat!]

Will: Go Candy!

Jake: A rare mistake made by The Spotlight

[Suddenly, "Scott Farcas takes it on the Chin" by Less than Jake blasts through the speakers as the fans all get on their feet and go absolutely MAD at the sound of the music!]

Jake: THAT'S KYLE SOLOMON'S MUSIC!

[Candy looks around for the man she used to chase after in her SWF days as she looks on to the entrance ramp, fixing her hair in the process. Suddenly, Cryptic does a kip up, and takes off his mask, to reveal himself as none-other than Kyle "The Mark" Solomon!!]

Crowd: [GASP]

Jake: JAMES CRYPTIC IS KYLE "THE MARK" SOLOMON!!!

[Solomon approaches Candy, and spins her around, planting a huge liplock on the Prom Queen turned wrestler!]

Will: Well, I gotta admit... if I were Solomon, I'd have done the same thing

Jake: You mean trick the entire federation just to prove a point and make the fans go nuts upon his surprising arrival?

Will: No... kiss Candy

Jake: oh God you're hopeless. Come on Solomon! Don't get distracted!

Will: Ah DAMN! Sniper's out cold.

[Solomon lets go of the kiss as Candy smiles after her favourite SWF superstar has just made her day. Solomon reaches out his hand, and Candy takes it, only to have Solomon put her arm between her legs, and get her in a pump handle position! Suddenly, the lights go out and a spotlight surrounds Solomon as he brings Candy up from the pump handle into a bodyslam, and slams her down in an inverted piledriver! Sniper begins to come to as Solomon wastes no time and goes for the cover.... ONE.....Sniper gets on one knee...TWO.....he gets to his feet...THREE! Sniper's attempt to break the pin falls a second short! Solomon wins!]

Jake: CANDY IS RIGHT ON THE MARK!

Will: Someone's gotta give her mouth to mouth!... luckily yours truly is CPR certified...

Jake: Stay seated, she's being carted out!

Will: Well maybe she needs some support in the back

[The audience is going absolutely nuts as "Scott Farcas takes it on the Chin" blasts through the speakers Solomon runs into the crowd and slaps every hand that he possibly can. Its a mob out there as everyone is trying to get close to The Myth turned Mark, but security manages to get them all in order and break it all up. Solomon makes his way back to the ring. He grabs a mic on his way up to ringside, and he slaps some more hands. He slides in the ring on his belly, quickly flips onto his back, and kip ups to the delight of the fans. The signals for everyone to calm down before he addresses the camera...]

Solomon: Welcome one and all, THE ONE MAN SHOW is back on the air!

[cheers at the mention of the infamous One Man Show]

So many of you must be thinking "Why Mark, why?"

Well listen up, here's the scoop:

Two months ago, the man who stands before you, The Boss of the Hot Sauce was involved in a Kosan Death match with Silky Palms. He was beaten, abused, and changed during that match, and that match truly changed his entire career. After that night, the Show was never the same again. He won the match on a technicality, but was forced to give his SWF World title away to Silky Palms...

[A lump forms in Solomon's throat as these next words are full of emotion and anger for the man who damn near crippled him a little more than a month ago]

Silky, you've FLAUNTED around THE ONE MAN SHOW'S title, claiming you beat him for it. Claiming you were the bigger, better man that night. Well if memory serves him right, The Cat, (who brought the nitty gritty back to the city) remembers being the winner of that match that fateful night, AND HE DEMANDS HE GETS HIS TITLE BACK. California Angel claims he was the last true champion, when he was only given the belt when Sin Dogg stripped Solomon of gold that was rightfully his. People speak so highly of The Mark but didn't recognize him when he entered into this federation as James Cryptic. The Man they Call Solomon has realized a few things in the few minutes that he revealed his identity.

He knows that he was right all along, and had he come into the EPWA as Solomon, there would be t-shirts, ball caps and beer mugs with The Mark's face on it. He knows that he strikes fear into the hearts of other wrestlers merely by the sight of the determination in his eyes. So he masked his beautiful face, just to prove a point.

He was proven right simply by the increase of pop when everyone realized who they'd been cheering for all along. The same man, the same skills, the same talent... measured purely by reputation.

[lick his lips]

He also knows that the last thing Candy ate was blueberry waffles

[the crowd laughs]

Opinions were given out, saying hands down Silky would become the first EPWA champion... and now its Solomon vs Silky in the final, in a hell in a cell; this decides it all. Now everyone's not so sure anymore. Hell, Silky's not even his confident self. Solomon's bustin up this entire damn place, starting with Silky's face.

So The Mark says this: Silky, you like to show off that SWF World Title gold that you didn't even earn. Well here's your chance to earn some gold. Why don't you hop on down to the conveinience store and acquire yourself some testicles, and we can put both the SWF AND EPWA titles on the line TONIGHT. This settles everything Silky. YOU AND THE MARK, IN THE CELL TONIGHT. THIS SETTLES ALL DIFFERENCES. The Mark may be your tag team partner, but he's still not gonna hesitate in WHOOPING YOUR ASS!

So everyone's probably wondering: Why Solomon? Why team with Silky?

Well there comes a time in everyone's life when they realize they are on top of their game. That day is EVERYDAY in the life of Solomon. When you spend an hour in a death match with a man, you know more about him than any other, and you gain respect for him, whether you like it or not. Well what the One Man Show realized in his match with Silky was: There was no one equal to this skill level that he had ever met in his life. Men like Solomon and Silky HAVE no peers; and thus, they must take it in their own hands to electrify the tag division as they have lit up the Singles division. Solomon may be the One Man Show, but Silky and Kyle "The Mark" Solomon are the Whole F*cking Show, and there's nothing that ANYONE in this federation can do about it. And if you disagree, come prove us wrong... we dare you.

But despite this unexpected show of comradery, The King of Stip won't hold back in that cell Silky. Its all business in the squared circle. What goes on in the ring, stays in the ring, and we move on from it. This is revenge Silky. You turned The Mark into a relentless, remorseless creature that has TRAINED like NONE OTHER, STARVING for revenge.

God may have made you into a Sexy Bitch, but when the closing bell rings thrice, the only thing Silky Palms will be is

Jake: Now it's time to determine who will be the first ever EPWA tag team champions. In Demand, who as we saw earlier managed to beat Fire and Ice, will take on Wavelength in what will be a knock-out, drag-down fight!

Will: And In Demand is gonna win, because they're that damn good!

Jake: And you need a decent catchphrase...

Will: Whatever..

Derek DeGaulle: The follwing tag team contest will determine the EPWA Tag Team Champions. Introducing first, "Five Star" Shane Blake..."The Innovator" Johnny Drake..IN DEMAND!

[A silence comes over the crowd, while the first part of "Thrown Away" by Papa Roach blares over the PA system. As the lyrics begin, In Demand-- "The Innovator" Johnny Drake and "Five Star" Shane Blake-- enter, accompanied by the blonde bombshell-- Stacey Williams. Johnny Drake is dressed in black Kikwear pants and a black tanktop, while Shane is dressed in black cargo jeans and a tight black T-shirt. Shane's hair is blue with silver streaks through it. Stacey is dressed in a lovely red dress and black clubby heels, with her blonde hair flowing while walking to the ring. The trio enters the ring, Shane holds the ropes for Stacey, then go to the nearest ropes. Johnny and Shane stand on the ropes, one foot on the bottom rope and one on the middle, as Stacey stands on the second rope in between them. Stacey then hops back to the mat and exits the ring as Johnny Drake takes off his tank top and the music fades off.]

Derek DeGaulle: And their opponents..Rikki Rocker and Randy Raver...WAAAVELENGTH!

[The lights go out. "Serial Thrillah" pumps on the PA. the Jumbotron shows the words Raver and Rocker. Two pyros go off at either side of the entrance way and Wavelength walk out. They hold their fists up to get the crowd going and run into the ring. Each one takes a turnbuckle and raises their fists again.]

[Ding Ding Ding]

[Shane and Rikki start this match off. Shane whips Rikki into the ropes, and backdrops him. Shane bodyslams Rikki and stomps his midsection. He hooks his arm around Rikki and drops backwards into a russian legsweep. Shane pulls Rikki to his feet and tags Drake. Drake climbs to the top rope as Shane carefully lifts Rikki up onto his shoulders, facing away from Drake. Drake flips off, grabbing Rikki's neck on the way down in a reverse neckbreaker. Drake hooks Rikki's leg for the pinfall]

[1...2.....KICKOUT!]

Jake: Wow that was a sweet move!

Will: It shoulda beaten Rikki too; stay down, you bum!

[Drake whips Rikki into the ropes and ducks down to backdrop him. He is a little early, and Rikki kicks him in the midsection. Rikki hooks Drake's arms and executes a double-underhook suplex. He pulls Drake to his feet and whips him to the turnbuckle, running after him. Drake manages to leapfrog as soon as he hits the turnbuckle, landing behind Rikki and nailing him with a backbreaker. Drake grabs Rikki's leg, and drops an elbow onto him, causing him to grasp his leg in pain. Drake climbs to the second rope and drops another elbow, this time onto his chest. Drake goes for the pinfall, but Rikki is too close to the ropes and puts his leg the lowest rung. Drake breaks the cover and pulls Rikki to his feet and suplexes him not once, not twice, but three times in quick succession. Drake now gives Rikki a DDT and makes the cover]

[1...2...KICKOUT!]

Jake: Another near fall by Drake!

Will: Near falls aren't good enough! Pin him, Drake! Beat him up!

[Drake climbs to the top rope, and leaps off in another diving elbow. Rikki instinctively rolls out of the way, and Drake clutches his elbow in pain. Rikki crawls over to Randy and..he makes the tag! Randy runs in the ring, clotheslining Drake, who just got to his feet. Shane runs in the ring, and he is met with a clothesline as well. Randy grabs Shane by the hair and throws him out of the ring, and goes back to work on Drake. He picks Drake up knees him a few times in the stomach before dropping him with a double-arm DDT. Randy rolls Drake over and hooks his leg]

[1...2....KICKOUT!]

Jake: Now Randy with a near fall! This match is anybody's game!

Will: No it's not! In demand is gonna win!

Jake: Nice and impartial I see...

[Randy quickly pulls Drake back to his feet and nails him with a big right hand. Drake is rocked backwards, but Randy grabs his arms and attempts an Irish whip. Drake uses his momentum to reverse the whip. As Randy bounces into the ropes, Shane Blake jumps up and nails him with a nasty forearm shot. Randy stumbles forward into a front chancery, applied by Johnny Drake. Johnny quickly spins it around and nails a Tomikazee!]

Will: FLASH OF LIGHT!

[1...2....KICKOUT!]

Jake: Oh! Close to a three count.

[Johnny Drake grabs Randy Raver by the arm and drags him into the In Demand corner, tagging in his partner Shane Blake. Shane grabs the top rope and slingshots himself into the ring, connecting with a somersault senton bomb to the back of Raver. Shane quickly pulls Randy to his feet as Johnny goes to the apron. Shane whips Randy into the ropes, then leap frogs over Randy as he comes back towards him. Drake nails Randy with a savate kick to the back as he hits the ropes, causing him to stumble forward once again. Shane grabs him by the throat and lifts Raver up for a chokeslam, then slides his arm across Randy's body and sits down with a side uranage!]

Jake: BUCKEYE BOMB!

Will: Yes!

[Shane gets back to his feet and tags in Johnny Drake. Drake comes in and picks up a ragged Randy Raver. Drake scoops Raver upside down in position for a tombstone piledriver. He then lifts him up and drills him with an inverted powerbomb!!]

Will: What a move! Is that one of his new moves?

Jake: Why, yes it is! Fans, "The Innovator" has just unleashed his newest move, the BORDELLO BOMB!!

[Drake grabs Randy by the head and pulls him back up and turns him around in a rear chancery. Drake grabs the one arm of Raver and leans back, wrenching on Raver with a dragon sleeper.]

Jake: Randy needs to tag out, BAD.

[Drake slowly begins to turn the dragon sleeper over. Incredibly, he turns it over into a wicked dragon sleeper/camel clutch combo!!]

Will: I know this one!!! This is ANOTHER innovation by "The Innovator!" It's the CARDIAC ARREST!!

[The ref checks on Randy Raver as Shane Blake enters the ring. Rikki Rocker immediately charges Blake, but is separated by the referee. Rikki tries to get the referee to turn around as Shane Blake bounces off the ropes and drops with a dropkick to the chest of Randy Raver!!! Drake lets Randy free of the hold and goes to the outside, as Rikki is forced back to the apron. Shane takes over on Randy, to the dismay of the referee.]

Jake: In Demand is just running the show! They're picking who's legal, who's not... The ref barely has control of this one...

Will: I know, don't you just love it?!

[Randy begins to crawl towards the hand of his brother, Rikki Rocker. Shane taunts him, allowing him to make the crawl towards Rikki. Just as it looks Randy will tag Rikki, Shane suddenly superkicks Rikki straight in the jaw!! Rikki falls off the apron, right onto the guardrail! Shane grabs Randy by the hair and pulls him back into the In Demand corner. He tags Johnny Drake back into the ring. Drake comes in as Shane goes to the apron. Drake whips Randy to the ropes and catches him as if he's going to hit a spinebuster. Shane Blake--behind them--springboards off the rope, flipping in mid air, and catch Randy with a flipping neckbreaker as Johnny nails the spinebuster!!]

Jake: HOLY CRAP!! Why won't they just pin him?

Will: Johnny still has one more move to debut, Jake.

[Shane goes back to the apron as Johnny scoops Randy onto his shoulder in an Argentine back breaker rack. Johnny incredibly drops Randy behind his back and catches him in a Tomikazee!!!]

Jake: The last Innovation of the evening... GRAND CENTRAL SPIKE!!!

Will: YES!!!

[Johnny nods to Shane, who then yells something Stacey Williams. Stacey puts on an evil grin and walks around the ring and gets on the apron. The ref comes over to get her off, as Shane drops to the floor and grabs a steel chair.]

Jake: Uh, oh..

[Rikki Rocker sees his opportunity to get in the ring, charging Johnny Drake with a clothesline. The crowd is really behind Rikki, as he turns to go after Blake. Instead, he walks RIGHT into a devastating chair shot!! Rikki drops like a sack of bricks as Shane tosses the chair from the ring. Stacey gets down from the apron while Johnny grabs Randy Raver. He lifts Randy into a shoulder mount suplex while Shane hops to the second rope. On great timing, Shane jumps off as Johnny drops Randy, the duo nailing an inverted powerbomb/second rope X-Factor combo!!!]

Will: AGGRAVATED ASSAULT!!!

[Johnny turns Randy over and hooks his leg.]

[1....2.....3!!!]

Jake: IN DEMAND ARE THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!

Will: HORRAY!!

["Thrown Away" plays on the PA as the crowd has a mixed reaction for the new champions. Stacey Williams brings the shiny tag belts to Shane and Johnny, who embrace for a short period of a time, before going to the near ropes. Johnny and Shane stand beside one another, one foot on the bottom rope and one on the middle. Stacey stands on the middle rope, bending over, giving the crowd quite the view. The crowd seems to be pointing to a spot in the crowd. The camera franticly try to pick up what they're looking at. We find "The Phat Pac" Akira & Fatty! Stacey points the duo out to In Demand, who get done, handing the belts to Stacey. The Phat Pac jump the guard rail and slide in the ring. Before they can even get to their feet, Shane and Johnny rush them.]

Jake: The Phat Pac is here to rain on In Demand's parade and now we've got a wild brawl!!

[As reported, the four men throw wild kicks and punches, brawling out of the ring and through the crowd as Stacey holds the titles over his shoulders, looking at the men disappear through the doors leading backstage. "Thrown Away" continues as Stacey shrugs and walks from the ring to the back, through the curtains.]

Silky Palms vs. Kyle Solomon

(EPWA World Heavyweight Title Match; Hell In a Cell Match)

Announcer Derek DeGaulle: It's now time for our MAAIIIIN EVENT! Now, coming to the ring...

[Suddenly, "Whatever" by Godsmack interrupts the announcer. The crowd all turn to the ring entrance as Jason Stone walks out wearing jeans, a zipped up EPWA jacket, and a backwards black UNC hat with a microphone in hand. He climbs into the ring and motions for the crowd to quiet a bit.]

JASON STONE: Hey all you EPWA fans... Now, I know some of you are asking, "Why is Jason Stone out here?! We want to see the main event!" right? Well, as an EPWA Co-President, I'll do whatever the hell I want.

[The crowd boos loudly, but Stone shakes his head.]

JASON STONE: Come on now, I don't have time for this. I'm out here to make a few announcements. I'm sure some of you know the first. After this event, I'm officially quitting my position as EPWA Co-President. Don't worry, Wolfe, Starr, and Storm will serve you well, since I never was around much to begin with. I'll probably help them out when I can, but someone else like Storm deserved to step up to the plate and help this company more than I do.

[The crowd boos at Storm's name, but still is a bit quiet to hear the rest.]

JASON STONE: The second and third announcements are my FINAL actions as EPWA President and regard the main event tonight.

[Crowd pops a bit.]

JASON STONE: Kyle Solomon has sent out a challenge to Silky Palms to put the SWF Title on the line in this main event tonight. I got in contact with Solomon, Silky, AND Former SWF Owner, Michael Trey, and that WILL happen tonight under these rules. The EPWA title must be won by a pinfall INSIDE the Hell In A Cell. On TOP of the Cell, there is a ladder. Above that hangs the SWF title. The match will not end until both titles have been won. How about THAT for a match, ladies and gentlemen?!

[Big pop to this announcement...]

JASON STONE: And, the last announcement... I'll keep this one simple.

[Stone unzips the EPWA jacket to reveal a cutoff referee uniform! The crowd pops even bigger at this!]

JASON STONE: Now, let's get this thing GOING!

[The cage begins to lower very slowly as announcer DeGaulle begins again.]

Announcer Derek DeGaulle: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for our MAIN EVENT! Now, coming to the ring at a height 6'1" and 235 pounds out of Boston, Massachusettes.... Silky PALMS!

[A familiar music box melody chimes in on the PA, as a pisture of Silky Palms flashes on screen, alternating with the phrase "One Sexy Bitch...". Then the music kicks in, and Silky struts out, accompanied by "The Entourage"(Cokey, Terra, and a hurt Mystacy) as the screen displays highlights from his SWF and Military carreer, and shots of him lounging about nearly naked with fine women, throwing money around. He strikes a low double bicep pose, and the girls fawn over him, while Cokey raises both hands and wave them toward himself like he's calling on all comers. They continue to the ring, Silky front handsprings over the ropes, spins around, and makes a little heart shape with his hands, then breaks it as explosions erupt from all four posts. Cokey holds the ropes as the girls climb in, and Silky gyrates his hips with his hands above his head, letting his unzipped pants slide to his thighs, then he lowers his arms to let the jacket slide and hang from his forearms as the girls apply kisses to his body, leaving lipstick on his chest, abs, and upper thighs, befor each kissing his cheeks as they remove his glasses. He takes off his chain after Cokey removes his coat, and settles into the corner, where the girls fondle his chest, and Silky rubs his shoulders like he was a boxer preparing for a bout. After a few seconds, he gets serious and sends them to the back as the cage continues to lower.]

Will: Silky is getting serious, Jake.

Jake: Yeah, I'll admit that. He's good.

Announcer Derek DeGaulle: And, his opponent, at 5'11" and 196 pounds.... KYLE SOLOMON!!

["The Way I Am" by Slim Shady hits the speakers as the fans get on their feet as Kyle "The Mark" Solomon steps out of the back to a huge pop as they are anxiously awaiting the arrival of Solomon into the cell... they want to see the rematch. Solomon gets down on one knee and rests his elbow on his rested knee, and his chin on his fist as he hits the imfamous "think pose" Multicoloured fireworks go off in the background. The Mark stands up and has an uncharacteristic concentrated serious look on his face as he begins to approach the ring. Suddenly, The One Man Show grabs a mic...]

KYLE SOLOMON: WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO THE NEW SWF!

[Cheers, followed by S-W-F chants.]

KYLE SOLOMON: That's right folks. They may have changed the name, but the SWF will always be here in spirit! Silky, you can bruise me, break me, use me, and shake me, but Solomon always comes out on top, while you always end up...

[Solomon drops the mic and yells "Right on the Mark" as he runs and slides into the ring as the cell finally lowers completely. Solomon and Silky waste no time as they attack each other instantly with a barrage of stiff right and left hands. The SWF title is seen on a hook HIGH above the cell, finally lowered into place.]

Will: These guys are really going at it early on here.

[Silky grabs Solomon and hits him with a jawbreaker, dropping Solomon to the mat. Silky dives onto Solomon, trying to lock in a Crippler Crossface, but Solomon gets his arms up and blocks it. Solomon rolls over onto his back and kicks Silky in the chest, backing him up. Kyle kip-ups and ducks a running clothesline from Silky. Kyle kicks Silky in the gut and grabs Silky's head, runs towards the turnbuckle, runs up, spins off and drops Silky into a tornado DDT!]

Will: Oh this is such crap, Silky is getting screwed!

[Silky gets up to his knees early, and as Kyle comes running to drop kick him, Silky lifts Kyle up into a spinebuster! Silky grabs ahold of Kyle's knee and begins to crank on it, then dropping a leg drop onto the back on his leg.]

Will: YEAH SILK!

Jake: Cheap bastard...

[Kyle gets up as Silky backs up to the ropes. Silky gives Kyle a knee to the chest, lifting him up. Silky backs him into a corner and does a Flair chest chop. The crowd responds with a WHOOO... Silky does it again, with the same response. He climbs up to the second rope and begins to lay in punches, the crowd counting along.]

CROWD: UNO! DOS! TRES!

[Silky smiles widely after hearing the count, and continues...]

CROWD: CUATRO! CINCO! SEIS! SIETE! OCHO! NUEVE! DIEZ!

[The crowd trails off, and Silky poses for them. Suddenly, Solomon begins walking out of the corner with Silky on his shoulders. Silky hits a couple more rights on Solomon, but then Solomon drops him down to the mat with a sitdown powerbomb!]

Will: This isn't fair!

Jake: Since when is life fair, Will?

Will: ... jerk.

[Solomon picks up Silky and whips him into the ropes. Silky comes back, and Solomon lifts him up in a quick body press and nails a 3/4 turn neckbreaker! It's SILKY's finisher, the "Silk Streem"!]

Will: THAT'S NOT RIGHT! Solomon just stole Silky's finisher!

Jake: Is that ever a slap in the face...

Will: Damnit Stone, don't let that happen!

[Stone hears Will, turns and shrugs. Solomon dives down for the cover and yells at Jason Stone to make the count.]

Special Ref Jason Stone: 1... 2...

[Silky KICKS OUT!]

Will: THAT'S more like it...

Jake: I cannot believe that Silky kicked out of the Silk Streem!

Will: I cannot believe Solomon USED it!

[Solomon picks Silky back up, still very calm and collected. He grabs Silky and drops him to the mat with a snap back gut wrench suplex! Solomon runs to the corner as Silky is laid out in the ring. Solomon climbs the turnbuckle and dives off in a moonsault, but Silky rolls out of the way at the last second, making Kyle impact the mat!]

Will: There you go Silk!

Jake: That was a good counter by Silky... can he follow it up?!

[Silky slowly gets to his feet, as does Kyle. Kyle tries to hit Silky with a right, but Silky blocks it and hits him with a right of his own. Silky quickly grabs Kyle and nails a stiff DDT to the mat. Silky whips Kyle into the ropes and tries a hip toss, but Kyle counters attempts his own. Silky blocks it, so Kyle elbows him in the ribs and tries to pick Silky up in a gutwrench, but Silky won't go.]

Will: Way too many reversals here...

Jake: These guys know each other well.

[Silky elbows Kyle to let him go. Silky then dives, hitting Kyle with a monstrous clothesline, driving Kyle's neck into the mat! Silky takes advantage of this momentum, picking Kyle back up with a pumphandle into an inverted piledriver!]

Jake: RIGHT ON THE MARK!!! That's Solomon's finisher!!

Will: That wasn't Right On The Mark... that was a bitch slap courtesy of Silk-a-mon Palms.

Jake: ... Silk-a-mon?!

[Silky makes the cover and motions for Stone to make a count.]

Special Ref Jason Stone: 1... 2...

[Kyle KICKS OUT!]

Jake: Oh my GOD!

Will: These two just don't quit!

[Silky rolls off of Solomon, and is now visibly pissed off. Silky picks Solomon up and whips him into the ropes. Silky goes for a superkick, but Solomon ducks and grabs Silky, whipping HIM into the ropes and spearing him on the return!]

Will: Damn damn DAMN!

[Solomon rolls off of Silky, onto his back. He is out of breath, as is Silky. Solomon looks up at the SWF title hanging high above the cell, and gets a glint in his eye. He glances at Silky and Kyle gets to his feet. He climbs out of the ring and goes to the edge of the cell.]

Will: What is he DOING?!

Jake: I think he believes he can get the SWF title... and that seems more important to him!

[Solomon motions for Stone to come over and help him get out, but Stone just flips Solomon off and continues to sit around in the ring. Solomon returns the favor and looks under the ring for something to pry open the cage. He finds a crowbar, but when he comes back out, Silky has climbed the turnbuckle! He jumps off, nailing Kyle with a double axe-handle across the back!]

Will: Sweet move, Silky!

Jake: That WAS a good move...

[Stone climbs off his perch on the turnbuckle and gives pursuit as Silky picks up the crowbar and nails Kyle across the back with it, then begins to pry open the cage. He gets enough space to get out, but Kyle is back up again and uppercuts Silky in the chin! Silky reels backwards, and Kyle dropkicks him into the corner post. Kyle slams Silky's face into the steps, and Kyle slides through the hole to begin climbing the cage. He gets about halfway up, when Silky begins climbing too.]

Will: Come on Silky! Catch him!

[Kyle gets to the top and sees Silky is climbing. Kyle waits for Silky, but once Silky gets to the top, he swings the crowbar at Kyle, grazing him on the arm, cutting him a little. Kyle backs up and that gives Silky enough time to get to the top. The ladder is lying down across the center of the cell roof diagonally. Silky swings the crowbar at Kyle again, but Kyle blocks it with an arm strike, making Silky drop the crowbar... it clangs back to the floor. Kyle grabs Silky for a piledriver, but he falls forward to drop Silky down onto his face in a reverse piledriver!]

Jake: What a move by Kyle!

[Stone finally reaches the top of the cage as Kyle gets up slowly from the move, and sets up the ladder beneath the SWF title. The fans begin to chant S-W-F, S-W-F! as Kyle takes his first steps up the ladder. Meanwhile, Silky has gotten back to his feet. He begins to climb on the opposite side of the ladder as Kyle, a few steps behind him. They get to the top of the ladder, and Kyle reaches high above him... he gets a hand on the SWF title...]

Will: This can't happen!

Jake: Silky is still in it here.

Will: I know, I KNOW!

[Kyle's hand slips off the SWF title as Silky punches him in the abdomen. Kyle almost drops off the ladder, but he grabs on and regains his balance. He grabs Silky's head and slams it against the ladder's top step. Kyle quickly reaches up and gets a hand on the SWF title again and wraps his arm through it while it's still hooked to the wire. Silky climbs another step so he is on the same level as Solomon. Kyle turns to look at Silky... who grabs his head and jumps off of the side of the ladder into a modified X-Factor!!! The SWF title unstraps due to the pull from Kyle, and Silky drives Solomon face first into the cage in the same spot as where Kyle performed the reverse piledriver moments ago! The cage begins to give way right there, nearly dropping Kyle and Silky into the ring below! Stone steps aside and motions for a bell.]

Announcer Derek DeGaulle: The winner of the LADDER match, and NEEEWWWWWW SWF World Champion... KYLE "THE MARK" SOLOMOOOOON!!

Will: That... that... that... MARK! I hate him!

Jake: I think Silky just broke his face on the cell ceiling!

Will: I still can't believe these two are going to be TAG partners!

Jake: That is unbelievable.

[Kyle and Silky roll away from the broken spot of the cell, and get to their feet. Kyle tosses the broken SWF title to Jason Stone, who tosses it down to someone on the floor to keep until after the finish of the match. Kyle is bleeding on his forehead and arm where Silky slashed him with the crowbar, and Silky is bleeding a bit too. Silky rushes Solomon with a barrage of fists, but Solomon blocks a few of them until finally Silky takes control. Silky knocks Solomon over with a huge right hand, and quickly slaps on the Crippler Crossface. Stone checks with Solomon if he gives up.]

Special Ref Jason Stone: Solomon, you tap?

KYLE SOLOMON: Arrrrghh... NO...

Special Ref Jason Stone: You sure?

KYLE SOLOMON: I... don't... TAP...

[Stone shrugs and shakes his head to indicate that Solomon won't quit. Silky holds the crossface a few moments more before letting go. He looks a little frustrated, since he knows that Solomon isn't going to tap out. He stands Solomon up and then grabs the fallen ladder. He holds it horizontally and swings it at Kyle. Kyle ducks under the first swing, the second, and then dropkicks the ladder into Silky's face on the third. Silky falls straight back with the ladder across him. Kyle pulls the ladder off and sets it across the torn section of cage. He pulls up Silky and motions that he's putting him away.]

Will: Wha... what's he gonna do?

Jake: Not sure...

[Solomon puts Silky into position for a powerbomb, from the far corner of the cell. He picks Silky up and executes a running powerbomb onto the ladder in the middle of the ring! The cage creaks loudly as they hit... and then gives way! They go crashing through the cell as half of the fencing breaks free! The ladder hits the mat with a crash and Kyle and Silky are entangled in the carnage in the middle of the ring!]

Will: OH MY GOD...

Jake: THAT IS THE MOST SICKENING ****extreme profanities edited**** I'VE EVER SEEN!

[Both men roll in the ring, holding their ribs, arms, legs... about anything they hurt in the match so far. Jason Stone climbs down the edge of the cell and comes back into the ring, waiting for the two men to get up. The crowd begins chanting for them to get them back into the match. Silky and Solomon finally stumble back to their feet. Silky grabs Solomon for a DDT, but Solomon blocks and backs out. Silky gets upset and lays in some more punches, backing Solomon against the ropes. He whips him across, Solomon jumping over the ladder in the middle of the ring. On the return, Silky picks Kyle up in a body press.]

Will: SILK STREEM!!! YES!

[Silky holds it for just a few seconds, to move to the ladder.]

Jake: That psycho is going to drop Kyle Solomon onto the ladder with the Silk Streem!

[Just before Silky can get the move off, Kyle slides off and spins Silky around, whipping him into the opposite corner. Kyle follows him, lifting him up to the top turnbuckle.]

Jake: Nice reversal by Kyle, but what is he doing now?!

[Kyle grabs Silky for a cradle suplex and drops him off the turnbuckle with a HUGE Cradle Suplex onto the ladder! Silky hits and the whole crowd cringes at the sight. Silky spasms a bit, but Kyle isn't finished... he climbs the turnbuckle again.]

Will: NO... no Kyle, not another move!

Jake: These two will be able to walk out of here...

[Kyle dives off in a swandive senton bomb (aka Swanton Bomb) onto Silky, but Silky rolls out of the way! Kyle's back hits the ladder and the ENTIRE crowd screams at once. Both men are out of it and Kyle barely rolls off the ladder. Silky gets to his feet and lifts Kyle up. He nails Kyle with a right hand, but Kyle just sways around. The crowd begins to chant SOL-O-MON, SOL-O-MON... Kyle hulks up a little and begins blocking Silky's rights and returning with his own. He hits Silky, spinning him around and lifts him up into a torture rack!]

Will: Don't give in, Silky! Don't ever give in!

Jake: Stone is just letting these two go at it here, Will...

[Stone gets up to check with Silky for a tap out, but Solomon moves before he can, dropping Silky into a piledriver!]

Jake: KYLE DRIVER!!! This is OVER! It HAS to be!

[Solomon slowly, deliberately, and in a very tired fashion, reaches over Silky and puts an arm on him for the cover. Stone gets down and makes the cover...]

Special Ref Jason Stone: 1... 2... 3!!!

[Silky gets a shoulder up just a split second AFTER the third count! Stone pulls Solomon to his feet and calls for the bell.]

Announcer Derek DeGaulle: The winner of the HELL IN A CELL match, and FIRST EVER EPWA World Champion... KYLE "THE MARK" SOLOMOOOOON!!

[A ringside attendant brings in both the EPWA and SWF titles and hands them to Stone. Stone presents them to Solomon, who holds them up for the entire crowd, which draws a HUGE pop! Stone helps Silky up to his feet as Solomon poses for the crowd a bit, and everyone is going nuts. Silky, exhaustedly, gets to his feet and taps on Kyle's shoulder. Kyle spins, expecting an attack, and instead... Silky sticks out his hand. Kyle takes it with a grin and the crowd pops a bit for this too. Silky and Stone both wander to the back; Kyle calls for a microphone as the cell raises.]

KYLE SOLOMON: The One Man Show told you, Silky, that I always come out on top... well, you just ended up...

[The crowd yells "RIGHT ON THE MARK" much to Kyle's amusement. He smiles widely, then gets slightly more serious.]

KYLE SOLOMON: Just like I promised, I became the first EPWA Champion and I'm taking this place to the top. This Boss of The Hot Sauce has a bit of unfinished business though. So... Michael Trey... I know you're here. Stone said he talked to you. Get down here.

["The World Is Not Enough" by Garbage hits the speakers and the crowd in Memphis goes nuts once again. Michael Trey comes out in regular street clothes, approaching the ring smiling at Kyle. Trey hops into the ring and shakes hands with The Mark.]

KYLE SOLOMON: Now, Trey... I know you've been after this SWF Title, trying to get it back from Silky. Well, I'm going to fix this mistake and put the final "mark" on the SWF's amazing history. You go put that belt away in the museum where it belongs, and make damn sure the record shows that The Mark was the final SWF Champion, like it should be.

MICHAEL TREY: I wouldn't have it any other way, Kyle.

[Kyle hands the SWF Title over to Michael, who tosses it over his shoulder and takes a step to leave. Kyle spins him around by the shoulder.]

KYLE SOLOMON: Hold up there, boss...

[Michael gives Kyle an odd look.]

KYLE SOLOMON: Everyone here just saw The "King of The Stip" take back what was rightfully his, and everyone here has been waiting for this moment for a long... long time. Now, The Mark's question for you is... just where are YOU going?

[Michael raises an eyebrow, not quite sure what Kyle means.]

KYLE SOLOMON: After all, Trey... SWF is shut down. You aren't a part of management here. All you've got left is your HWF career. So my question is, when am I going to see you across from me in an EPWA ring?

[Michael smiles widely and the crowd begins to cheer. Kyle smiles wide too, and hands Michael the microphone, when suddenly... "Thrown Away" by Papa Roach begins to play over the entire arena as the crowd begins a huge "asshole" chant, draining out the lyrics.]

Jake: Oh no, not them.

Will: It's IN DEMAND!!!

[Shane Blake and Johnny Drake walk out of the curtains and walk down to the ring. They take a look at each other and slide in the ring. They shake hands with Solomon... Solomon gives Trey an odd look. Seeing as Drake is Trey's boss in HWF, Trey just kind of steps to the side in trust. In Demand stands on each side of the new champ, raising Solomon's hands. Shane suddenly let's go and Johnny pulls the unsuspecting champion into a boot to the stomach. Solomon falls hard as Blake grabs Trey and clotheslines him to the outside. Drake grabs Solomon by the hair and stands him up again, and gets behind him. He then grabs him by the legs and drops him onto his face and lifts Solomon up into an inverted powerbomb position. Shane raises his arms in the air, then jumps off of the turnbuckle and grabs Solomon on the way down, hitting an X-Factor out of the powerbomb!]

Will: Aggravated Assault!!!

[The crowd boos as the fans throw trash at Johnny Drake and Shane Blake, as they pose in a Justin Credible-esque pose on the ropes nearest the camera. "Right Now" by SR-71 hits over the arena as the arena errupts in cheers. None other than Justin Storm walks out, as the arena quiets down into a lot of boos. Storm has on a pair black Nike tear-away pants, a black "Blink-182" t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. In his hand is a Singapore Cane. He walks down the entrance ramp and slides in the ring.]

Will: It's "The Hardcore Icon" Justin Storm!!!!!!!! The show is saved!!!

[Drake and Blake turn around. Storm says something as they all slap hands. Drake and Blake turn back around and stomp at Solomon some more.]

Jake: They're in this TOGETHER???

Will: In Demand and Justin Storm together, what a great team!

[Storm now looks on as a fire in his eye suddenly appears. He gets enraged as he swings the Singapore Cane down hard on Blake's back. Drake turns around as Storm swings an overhead swing at Drake. He nails Drake hard on the head as Storm screams out in rage. He begins kicking at Drake. Trey is back to his feet on the outside as Blake is beginning to stand back up. All of a sudden, Silky runs out from the back. He slides in the ring just as Blake is getting up. Silky and Blake exchange punches as Kyle kick-flips up. Solomon and Silky begin the double team on Blake as Storm, Drake, and Trey are now brawling up the ramp.]

Jake: Are Kyle, Silky, and Justin in on this together?

Will: I don't know, but it's great if they are.

Jake: You're such a damn hypocrite.

Will: A what?

Jake: You heard me. And where does Trey fit in here? Is he with Solomon and Silky, or what?!

[The One Man Show and Silky now whip Five Star into the corner. The Mark runs at Shane and does a type of flip over Shane's head. As Kyle is flying over Blake, he grab's Five Star's head and snaps it back into a type of neckbreaker. Solomon lands on his feet on the outside, but falls to his knees, due to the velocity and height.]

Will: What a move by Storm's friend!

Jake: His name's Kyle Solomon.

Will: I know, like I said, Storm's friend.

Jake: Dumbass.

[Shane now staggers foward as Silky is ready for him. Silky meets Blake with a spinebuster, but doesn't let Shane hit the ground. Silky levels him a few inches from the ground as the Mark now climbs the turnbuckle. He turns around at the top of the turnbuckle and jumps off, performing an amazing moonsault. The Mark nails Shane as Silky lets go of Five Star.]

Jake: SHIT! WHAT A MOVE!

Will: I'll say. Storm's friends can really move.

Jake: Damn Will, get your head out of Storm's ass.

Will: What!?!

Jake: Your sucking up ain't doing anything but irritate me and all the fans.

Will: I hate you...

[Storm, Drake, and Trey are now fighting up on the ramp as Drake hits a nice DDT on Trey, causing Trey to be busted open. Drake then grabs Storm by the hair and goes for a right hand. Storm moves his head as Drake hits his head on the steel ramp. Drake yells out in pain as Storm hits a toe-drop hold. Drake's jaw bounces off of the steel as Storm gets the advantage and locks his feet around Drake's left arm, like a body scissors, with Storm's back on Drake's back. Justin now grabs Johnny's right arm and pulls up, while pulling up on Johnny's other arm with his feet. Drake is now screaming in pain as back in the ring, Silky and Solomon have Shane on his feet. Kyle now puts Shane on his shoulder for his finisher, Right on the Mark. Silky now grabs Shane's head as Solomon sits down. Silky hits a 3/4 turn neckbreaker as Kyle hits the inverted piledriver.]

Will: PRE-EMPTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Back on the ramp, Justin lets go of the hold as he goes into the back, through the curtains. Drake, breathing heavily, has blood coming out of his nose, due to the drop toe hold on the steel. Drake uses all of his strength to stand up. He begins to slowly walk down the ring and meets Trey halfway there, as Silky and Kyle are motioning to him to bring it on inside. Storm now emerges from the back, this time with barbwire covered 2x4. He runs down, and as Johnny and Trey brawl by the apron, he nails Drake in the back with the barbwire covered 2x4. Drake falls against the apron. Silky walks over to Drake. He grabs Johnny by the hair to lift him up as Justin raises the barbwire covered 2x4 and cracks Trey with it, then cracking Silky across the head with it. Silky falls back, now bleeding from his forehead as Storm shoves Drake in the ring, leaving Trey on the outside. Drake is still out of it as Storm slides into the ring. Drake is up on both knees as Storm stands infront of him. Silky runs at Justin, but the Hardcore Icon moves and Silky's knee nails Drake in the jaw.]

Jake: Ouch! That's got to hurt.

Will: Yea! Go Justin! Kick everyone's ass!!!

Jake: I thought you liked Silky and Solomon...

Will: Palm Tree and Salmon? What do you think I am, crazy? Those two can't wrestle their way out of a paper bag.

[Drake now pulls himself up, using the ropes. Drake is now up and looks at Silky, who is trying to attack Storm. Drake runs at Silky and takes him down with a Lou Thez Press. Johnny with right hands to Silky, but Silky rolls it over on Drake. Silky now gets off of Drake and picks him up. Silky's back is right next to the ropes as Silky puts Drake in a bearhug. Silky delivers a monster release belly-to-belly suplex, over the top rope, to the floor. Drake's body has so much momentum, as he hits the floor on his feet, but staggers to the guardrail, so his upperbody hangs off of the crowd side, and his feet is on the ring side. Trey is now back to his feet, and begins to attack Drake, choking him on the guardrail. Silky now climbs up the turnbuckle and motions to the crowd to be silient and Trey to get out of the way. Silky jumps off, nailing an AMAZING 450 splash onto Drake and Trey, leaving all three men hanging off of the guard rail.]

Jake: Silky Palms with one of the most amazing moves I've ever seen.

Will: It was ok...

Jake: Are you fucking blind? That was one of the most amazing moves I've seen. That was amost a full ring's length jump!

[In the ring, Solomon now walks over to Justin, exchanging words. Justin raises the 2x4 over his head, but Solomon nails a swift kick to Justin's stomach. Storm drops the 2x4 on the ground as Soloman nails an Axe Kick, with The Icon's face hitting the 2x4. Kyle now grabs Storm by the hair and tosses him into the corner. Solomon runs at Storm and splashes him in the corner. Kyle doesn't let Justin go though, as he lifts Justin up on the top turnbuckle. The Mark now puts Justin on his shoulder and sets him up for a huge move. Kyle has Storm on his shoulder, with Justin's head facing down, his feet in the air. Kyle jumps from the turnbuckle to the outside, right to the Spanish Announcing Table!!! Kyle nails an inverted, sit-down piledriver onto Justin Storm, right THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCING TABLE!!!]

Jake: FUCKING SHIT!!!

Will: What the fuck? The Icon was just layed out by The Mark!!! That's not right!!!

Jake: That's not just right, that's what's expected here in the EPWA. Folks, we're all out of time. We'll see you this Friday for Friday Fury!!!

[The cameras cut to a view of Silky, Michael Trey, and Johnny Drake, laying on the concrete, in the audience. The cameras then show a bloody Justin Storm and Kyle Solomon, laying in a pile of rubble, that used to be the Spanish Announcing Table. The cameras then cut to a shot of the EPWA logo, then to black.]
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