EPIC Chaos 7 May 4th 2020 May 4, 2020 22:08:55 GMT -5
Posted by EPIC Producers on May 4, 2020 22:08:55 GMT -5
EPIC Elite Championship
Maverick (c.) vs. Nanners
The latest episode of EPIC Chaos begins with the camera focused on a smiling Bridget Lewis-Killings in the studio as “EPIC” by Faith No More fades to silence in the background.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to another episode of EPIC Chaos. Our night of action begins with the first championship defense of the evening, as while not originally scheduled to compete, the EPIC Elite Champion Maverick demanded a match with his title on the line. He explained that this was in order to prove the caliber of champion that he is and to show the world that he’ll take on any type of challenger, quoted as saying be they human or otherwise. Let’s take a look and see how that turned out.
Bridget turns our attention to the monitor which has the feed focusing on the ringside area for the first match of the broadcast. In the ring we see the official showing the sleekly designed Elite Championship to both the champion Maverick and challenger, who for some reason is Nanners, before displaying it for all to see and ringing the bell. Stepping to the center of the ring, Maverick appears to take a page out of Hayato’s book, extending his chin for the banana man to strike. Nanners wastes no time going for a right hand, but rather than eat the shot, the young champion catches the fist of Nanners, waving the index finger of his free hand, then catching the other fist. A kick to the mid-peel and spin around later sees Maverick hook Nanners and drop him down with Her Song (Kudome Valentine) for the decisive pinfall victory.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Not putting up much of a challenge, the Elite Champion Maverick was able to get the slip on Nanners and retain via pinfall at the 62 second mark.
The #1 Contender? - Arrival
Frank is walking backstage with Lacey when Bridget Lewis-Killings approaches him for an impromptu interview. Frank’s sporting an ice pack wrapped on his shoulder over his street clothes and walking with a slight limp. Lacey is carrying Frank’s large gym bag.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Frank! Frank! Can I get a word? You competed last night in the Havoc Rumble at Action Wrestling. How are you feeling today?
Frank lets out a long sigh. Frank looks over to Lacey.
Frank Lowe: Lace, I gotta handle this bullshit, so why don’t you take your pretty little ass to the locker room and get it ready for me.
Lacey feigns a smile.
Lacey Lowe: Ok, Frank.
Frank turns his attention back to Bridget.
Frank Lowe: How am I feeling, Bridget?! How would anyone feel after getting unceremoniously dumped out of the goddamn ring in one of the top five opportunities they’ve had in the whole fucking career?
Bridget Lewis-Killings: I notice the ice pack…
Frank Lowe: Oh you noticed the ice pack?! Where’d you get your keen powers of observation?! You must’ve been a REAL WIZ KID at “I Spy” on your family road trips, Bridget! Jesus Christ. Are you really the best we can do for an interviewer?
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Nobody else is exactly knocking the door down to get yelled at by you.
Frank smirks, as if he’s almost giving Bridget credit for standing up to him.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: So, Frank, you’re not booked tonight. You don’t have a match. What brings you here?
Frank furrows his brow.
Frank Lowe: Bridget, how the hell can EPIC have a show without their number 1 contender?!
Bridget Lewis-Killings: I’ve heard rumblings this wee…
Frank Lowe: No, Bridget. Answer me. How can EPIC have a show without me, Frank Lowe, NUMBER 1 CONTENDER?!
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Um…
Frank Lowe: We can’t! That’s the fucking answer, little girl. Now, excuse me, but I’m going to go see what my wife is up to.
Frank barrels past Bridget and she stands watching him walk down the hall as the scene ends.
The Prodigal Son Sets His Sights
Waves crash on a beach and seagulls can be heard squawking. The camera pans across a white church on the cliff. Stood outside is The Prodigal Son Dragan Hill. He clutches a worn, leather-bound Bible. He wears a cocky smirk.
Dragan Hill: “Mae wedi bod yn gyfnod, EPIC. Dewisais adael i'm gweithredoedd siarad ar fy rhan, ond mae'r amser wedi dod i mi eirioli fy meddyliau. Yr wythnos diwethaf, collais yn y prif ddigwyddiad, a byddech yn meddwl fy mod yn siomedig. Dydw i ddim.”
[It's been a while, EPIC. I chose to let my actions speak for me, but the time has come for me to verbalize my thoughts. Last week, I lost in the main event, and you would think that I'm disappointed. I'm not.]
His smirk breaks into a grin.
Dragan Hill: “Rwy'n gyffrous.”
He raises his arms over his head and shouts.
Dragan Hill: “Felly dyma fy rhybudd! EPIC! Rwy'n dod am yr hyfryd hwnnw, sydd newydd ei enwi”
[So this is my warning! EPIC! I am coming for that beautiful, newly named]
He drops his arms and the camera does a close-up as he leans in.
Dragan Hill: Elite Championship. Am Byth.
He winks and we cut to black.
SACTAP Patroller Black vs. Angelica Ruiz-Meyer
Bridget Lewis-Killings: The next match of the night features the long awaited debut of the Super Awesome Crime Tackling Action Patrol member Patroller Black. I was also informed that I must state for the record that he is absolutely not Violence Champion Drake Connors. Regardless of his identity though, he is set to take on Angelica Ruiz-Meyer who most recently was in the Elite Championship number one contenders match at REBIRTH, falling short in the match. Will the veteran be able to bounce back with a win over the debuting Patroller, or will EPIC’s crime fighter score his first victory? Let’s all watch and see.
The ref goes to call for the bell and while he is distracted, Angelica tries to punch Black upside the head... But cracks her knuckles upside Black's hi-tech helmet. She loudly screams "GAH! MY FUCKIN' HAND!!", and Black shrugs when the ref looks at him. Angelica goes for a running Yakuza Kick, but Black simply rolls out of the way, frustrating Ruiz-Meyer, who turns and goes and tries for a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, but Black turns the spinny, showy move into a devastating sit-down powerbomb, blasting the air out of Angelica's lungs as he kips up. Black quickly mounts Ruiz-Meyer and starts raining blows down on her with a might roar! Angelica manages to get him off of her and get up to her feet, only to be met with a dazzling flash as Black fires his "laser" in her face for the PEW! PEW! Black with an impressive combination of kicks takes Ruiz-Meyer down to her hands and knees, and Black sets up for the For The Patrol! (delayed axe kick), lifting his right leg up over his head, resting his ankle on his crossed wrists, then snaps his wrists apart and blasts the back of Angelica's head with another mighty roar and a shout of "FOR THE PATROL!!" Black with the double-leg roll up for 1! 2! 3!
Bridget Lewis-Killings: With a rather unique debut showing, Patroller Black is able to score the victory of a very frustrated Angelica Ruiz-Meyer at the 4 minute and 12 second mark with a devastating looking Axe Kick. From one new talent to another, we now get a small glispe of one of EPIC’s latest signings. However, I feel it’s best to turn the focus over and leave the introduction to the star himself.
A Taste Of The Other Side
There is a long, daunting violin stroke against the black grain of the screen. As it undercuts the darkness in a way that invokes every emotion from longing desire to fear, it ever so slowly stops.
“In the darkest recesses of the mind, there lurks the unfathomable. That which we fight so hard from understanding, because it is everything we secretly want, everything that we openly fear.”
The light German accent of the whisper hangs in the wind. The violin strikes once more, only this time it is softer, less jarring, but the same chord. As it is over much quicker, it goes in reverse now, with a vibrato added.
“Fear is the denial of that which our soul craves. Justification. Belonging. Understanding of our most carnal of desires. Buried in the backs of our minds so that we can look and wave at the neighbor without feeling guilty for indulging the fantasy of his wife. Hidden away so that we can ride the subway, go to the grocery, get a meal with friends, all to blend in.”
The whisper grows to a low growling of each word. The violin covers up some of the harshness of the words, but does not detract quite enough of the emotion underlying.
“We drink, we smoke, we self medicate to help us push back our desires. And when we can no longer choke them back, we blame our vices instead of celebrating our freedom. This is human nature. This is the tragedy that The Iliad and The Odyssey pales in comparison to. Everything that is wrong with you is right with you.”
While we cannot see, we can hear the sound of the bow screeching across the violin in an inadvertent manner. This is quickly followed by the sound of strings snapping upon the wooden frame shattering against concrete.
“Everything that is right with me is wrong with you, ja? Because I am you. We are one in our lizard brain. I am in your head, and I know what makes you tick. I live within the depravity you deem psychotic and dirty.”
Each growling note of the voice speaking from the darkness is accented with the smashing sound echoing. Once the smashing sound stops, we can hear the sound of the separated neck crashing into a wall as it is thrown far away from the destroyer. A very dim light of a candle shines upon a face, but it is not a human face. Half bare skull, and half depraved human being.
“I dwell in the dark, but I do not live in it. I live in your mother’s wettest nightmares. I am walking torture porn. I am the Euro Trash you forgot to take to the curb on Sunday night. I am your disgust. I am…”
The flames dance across the face of the man before us. The twisted, angry smile of depression and joy lingers in our minds until the lips circle, and with one swift breath, the flame is sucked into the mouth of the man and therefore extinguished. There is an eerie chuckle that surely is not human, followed by a whisper.
As the name hangs in the darkness, shudders moving down the spines of the viewers, we reach the end of our chilling tale… for now...
An Offer He Can Refuse
“Superficial” by Hiedi Montang hits over the public address system as the lights dim and begin to flash all over. Out from the back steps the Trillion-Dollar Princess Angel Kash, who has a huge smirk on her face, as she is dressed to the nines accompanied by two of her private security team, one carrying a large briefcase. She blows an arrogant kiss before posing arrogantly at the top of the ramp, sauntering down after like she owns the place as she’s followed by her henchmen. The haughty princess eyes her opponent Onyx, who is already in the ring, with a look of disgust. Angel looks at the ref yelling at him to lower the ropes for her, which he does as she soon climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring. Her two private security team members follow her into the ring, Angel demanding a microphone, which she receives, as she motions for her music to cut. She then raises the microphone up and begins to speak in her normal haughty tone.
Angel Kash: Once again EPIC this is getting old. Last week you made me go one on one with a woman who is just a flavor of the month in this business RISA, and instead of learning not to insult me you book me against this neanderthal Onyx.
Onyx looks taken aback and moves closer ready to fight as Angel moves back and her security gets in the way. The Trillion Dollar Princess shoos him away with her well-manicured hand before speaking in her arrogant tone.
Angel Kash: Again neanderthal. Now let me speak because quite frankly the peasants watching this don’t pay to see you, or RISA. No, they pay to see the hottest new signing of Epic The Trillion Dollar Princess Angel Kash.
Angel then spins around showing herself off to the viewers and the fans who greet the gesture with a chorus of jeers which offends her. She shakes off the reaction and returns her glare to Onyx before speaking in that tone.
Angel Kash: Now tonight is your lucky night because I am not going to humiliate you. In fact what I am about to offer well is something that even you can see the value in because let’s face it, you fail at everything you do. Like I feel almost sorry for you to be such a loser in life. But you now let me show you something. Fredric if you don’t mind opening the briefcase.
With that, the taller man opens up the huge gold briefcase. It opens and it is flushed with money, Onyx eyeing it intensely. The Princess smirks at it before snapping her fingers and having it shut as she begins to speak again.
Angel Kash: See I have more than enough money to spend on something like this. I know you have never seen so much in one place before, I mean it’s not like you make a lot here at all. Hell you can barely afford your apartment right? Poor thing so here is the deal that money its yours under one condition well no I misspoke two conditions. First is you leave this arena when the referee here, yes you moron, rings the bell and let him count you out.
Angel smirks before getting to condition number two.
Angel Kash: Condition two you bow right in front of me and kiss my boots.
Angel points to her gold ring boots with a smirk showing a clear lack of respect for her “opponent”.
Angel Kash: So Onyx what do you say? Want to make ten thousand dollars in just one night?
Onyx looks at Angel before yelling in a loud tone.
Onyx: HELL NO!
Angel looks shocked and appalled that someone would tell her no. The official then rings the bell to get things started, forcing the security out of the ring as Angel still stands there in shock.
Angel Kash vs. Onyx
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Despite her best efforts, Angel Kash was unable to use a small portion of her trillions to get Onyx to walk out on their match. Let us look at the highlights now of what went on following the official ringing the bell to get the match underway.
Bridget looks over to the monitor, the feed switching back to the ringside area. An irritated Onyx looks for the lockup with Angel but the princess ducks under his attempt, using her speed advantage to run circles around him. To the displeasure of the fans, this continues before Onyx is finally able to catch Kash, dropping her down with a Bodyslam that gets a pop. Angel cries out about her back, claiming injury. While the referee checks on her, one of her security guards trips up an unsuspecting Onyx. Seeing this Angel miraculously recovers, mounting the bigger man and laying in some hard slaps and slamming his head against the canvas several times. She continues her cheap offense with stomps, back rakes, eyes rakes, and a Running Bulldog which gets a two count. The match concludes following Onyx pushing Angel off of him and Kash once again calls the referee over, now claiming her neck is hurt. With the official distracted, her security get involved again, this time hitting Onyx over the head with the briefcase, laying him out. Angel then takes advantage, locking in The Liquidation (Triangle Choke Armbar) on the already knocked out Onyx, the referee calling for the bell once he sees Onyx isn’t responding.
Angel hangs onto the hold a little longer, yelling for her security to enter the ring, one of them handing her something as they do. The two men then grab the dazed Onyx, holding him as Angel flaunts the object which turns out to be lipstick, opening it and looking to humiliate Onyx by drawing on his face. The crowd’s boos then switch to cheers as RISA comes running down the ramp. Angel powders just as the tough little tiger slides in, her security letting go of Onyx and following suit. RISA yells out, inviting Angel back into the ring, but the princess refuses and marches to the back, leaving RISA who checks on the fallen Onyx.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Through less than honorable means, Angel Kash was able to get the win tonight, securing her first victory in EPIC. Thankfully she wasn’t able to follow up her win with a disrespectful display as RISA came down to make the save for Onyx, showing that things between the two ladies who fought last week are far from over.
All About The Chase
The show switches to a shot from earlier tonight. El Diablo Blanco is out in the parking lot signing autographs for the fans. He’s clad in his blue suit and Taco Bell Live Mas World Championship. The flash on the fan’s cameras are going off so much that it’s almost blinding El D. As he reaches over to sign an autograph for a little girl, he feels a tug from behind him. Before the pen can touch paper he’s pulled away. Turning around El Diablo Blanco sees that it is the Taco Bell Executive and his muscle getting his attention.
Taco Bell Executive: What are you doing? This is not an authorized Meet and Greet.
El Diablo Blanco: Listen here, Brother. El D gives the fans what they want. They want a picture with the leader of the Diablo Nation then they get just that. I’m not the type of person to disappoint. This isn’t no meet and greet. This is simply catering to a few fans on my way into the building. Everything you’ve thrown at me so far I’ve done, Brother. Get a suit? I did just that. Wear this ridiculous Taco Bell Championship? You got it dude. When life hands you lemons you make lemonade, Brother. You’ve been censoring me left and right but you’re not going to keep me down.
Taco Bell Executive: Come with us.
El Diablo Blanco: Will do, Brother. But first, I got to sign something for a little girl.
Taco Bell Executive: We said now.
As El Diablo is being pulled away he can see the little girl starting to tear up. Devastated, El D scrounges through his suit jacket and scribbles something. Despite being dragged away, El Diablo Blanco tosses a packet of Diablo Sauce to the little girl who lights up when she sees it has been autographed by El D.
Taco Bell Executive: We’ve got news for you.
El Diablo Blanco: What do you want now? You cost me my match last week. I’m no longer the Violence Champion. You give me this hideous belt. Aren’t I playing ball. I’ll do what you need me to do for the sake of the contract but you can’t keep me from being me.
Taco Bell Executive: Actually, we appreciate everything you have been doing for the brand. We understand that these might not be choices that you would typically make. Then again, perhaps that’s why you haven’t started making the money you are now until you began following our rules. Now, we thought long and hard about this and we wanted to reward you with a title shot.
El Diablo Blanco: A title shot, Brother? What’s it going to be now? The Inter-Border Championship?
Taco Bell Executive: How about the EPIC World Championship? Consider this your reward for being a “good boy.”
El Diablo Blanco: I don’t like that condescending tone, Brother, but an EPIC World Championship Title match? I can’t believe it. But how?
Taco Bell Executive: Taco Bell has a way with things.
El Diablo Blanco: I can’t believe it. El Diablo Blanco could be walking out of the Chaos Complex as the EPIC World Champion.
Taco Bell Executive: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let me stop you right there, El D. This is just a shot at the title. You’re not going to be winning the thing.
El Diablo Blanco: Whatchu talkin’ about, Willis?
Taco Bell Executive: Again, my name is not Willis. We at Taco Bell would like to reward you with a shot at the title. Only a shot. You see, our marketing department sees huge value in you pursuing the World Title. Key word pursuit. I believe their exact words were “It’s all about the chase when you Run for the Border.” Doesn’t that just scream money to you?
El Diablo Blanco: You want me to throw the match don’t you?
Taco Bell Executive: Throwing the match just sounds so slimy, doesn’t it? We like to think of it as more of investing in the future. El D, you’ll make a fine World Champion one day. Today, however, is not that day. Today, you get in a few shots, take a beating, fight back a time or two but ultimately eat the pin.
El Diablo Blanco: I can’t do that, Brother. It isn’t in me to take a dive or “invest in the future” as you put it. El D is all about seizing the opportunity.
Taco Bell Executive: Did you learn nothing from last week? You play by our rules. Or do we need to make our presence felt ringside again? We got you this opportunity and we can take it away. Do you understand?
El Diablo Blanco: Yeah, I understand. It’s just…
Taco Bell Executive: Good, now that everything is settled how about we indulge in a couple of Flamin’ Diablo Burritos. What do you say?
??: Is there a problem over there?
A voice comes from the distance behind El Diablo Blanco. Almost immediately, the Taco Bell Executive’s eye bulge.
Taco Bell Executive: No, no problem. We’re moving along now.
The Executive and his muscle scurry along like they just saw a ghost. El Diablo Blanco turns around to see Drake Connors off in the distance. Even from far away, he’s holding up his fist as if he’s ready to hit them with a low blow again. El D just laughs as he turns to head back inside the building distraught about not being allowed to even try and win the EPIC World Title tonight.
The Vileheart Responds/For Luck
The camera feeds switches over to another section of the backstage area. Dead center in frame is the EPIC Elite Champion Maverick, hood up, title belt held in place on his right shoulder. His usual smirk however, has been replaced with a more serious expression as the champion lets out a sigh before speaking.
Maverick: It’s funny how some people feel so fucking entitled these days. Coming from me that probably sounds strange considering my age, but despite what I appear to be, know that my wisdom far surpasses the amount of years I’ve spent on this planet. Also I was raised with a system that I had to earn everything I got through hard work and grit. You see, despite what my birth certificate says, I didn’t come to this company hopping on any coattails. In fact I came here in opposition of what was wanted for me and to this day wear that rebellious badge with pride. But yet there are some who waltz in here, whether based on name or self-imposed prestige and think they can take away what people like me have earned. Regardless of my association, this title was one I earned in a hard fought match and have defended twice already. I have been a part of each and every episode of Chaos, busting my ass for this company and I refuse to have anyone take away what I worked for, what I have bled for!
Maverick slaps his free hand against the Elite Championship belt before lowering his hand, his frustration showing more as he continues to speak.
Maverick: Initially I was going to take this time and waste my breath on a hapless peon, but now something just as annoying, if not moreso, has decided to try and cheat their way into my spotlight. Yes, I’m talking to you Hill, you bible thumping dipshit. You say that following your defeat at my hands last week that you’re excited? What the fuck do you have to be excited about? You had your chance following your bullshit win at REBIRTH and what did you do with it? Oh that’s right, you fucked up and got your ass handed to you! So guess what bitch, if you learned how to use fucking vowels you’d solve the puzzle and see that you don’t deserve a second shot at my championship! Now granted if you actually try and earn that shot, then maybe I’ll entertain you, but until then you don’t get shit. I am so fucking tired of privileged assholes trying to dictate how the world works, how life goes for those who earn their keep. Well I’m not fucking dealing with it here so get the fuck back in line!
Using his free hand to throw his hood back, Maverick can’t help, but let out a few emotionally charged laughs as he goes on with his message.
Maverick: You see, you stand for everything I am against. Hell you probably look at me like I’m a fucking heathen just for being who I am inside and outside the ring, but just like your challenge isn’t worth shit right now, neither is your opinion. So you can go ahead and spout that whole “am bitch” shit you like to say at the end of your spiel but the facts remain clear. You cheated in the gauntlet, you used dick tactics in the triple threat and you got beat the fuck down by me! So if anyone even has a chance at taking this title away from me, you are not among those listed. You will not take this title from me because it means more to me than any...
Maverick’s words fall to a hush as he spots someone out of frame, his rage nearly cooled as well. Softly, he speaks what seem to be altered words.
Maverick: Almost anything…
Hayato Sagara walks into frame and puts his arm around Mav’s waist, giving the hot headed young champion a squeeze before speaking.
Hayato: Hey, babe, you talking about the Welsh Weasel Wanker? That greasy little llama’s elbow with the excessive body hair and who likes to sneak attack and cheat his way to victory?
Hearing Hayato’s smack talk sent Mav into a short fit of chuckles before he finally gathered himself together enough to respond.
Maverick: Yeah...bastard actually has the nerve to think he can just jump ahead of the pack and get another shot at my title. I swear, some fucking people…
Hayato snorts in derision.
Hayato: Maybe if he would face people head on like a man he might, MIGHT, deserve a shot at your title. As it stands, that oily ewok shouldn’t even be LOOKING at your title.
Mav can’t help laughing some more, not exactly looking at Hayato in disbelief but more like a “seriously?” expression.
Maverick: You’d think the beating I gave him would knock some sense into his bible toting… what the hell did you call him again? An oily ewok? Eww. I can’t...even…
Hayato laughs a bit, giving Mav’s hip another squeeze.
Hayato: I just wanted to stop by and maybe bring you some luck… Not that you need it. So…
Hayato leans over and plants a kiss on Mav’s cheek.
Hayato: For luck.
Then Hayato removes his arm from Mav’s waist and delivers a firm slap to the young man’s ass.
Hayato: For me. I’ve got a match, so I’ll see you later, Mav-kun!
With that, Hayato walks out of frame, leaving Mav standing there, flabbergasted and red-faced.
The Kaiju Krushers vs. D.D.S.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Next up in our action packed lineup, Chaos brings to you some tag team wrestling as longtime partners in Japan Hayato Sagara and Ōkami no Ame take on the debuting team of Natalie Shelby and Emmie Moore, the Dynamo Delivery Service.
Hayato and Ōkami do a quick game of rock paper scissors, which Hayato wins, so he starts off against Emmie Moore. He walks with his arm held wide open and extends his chin towards Moore, inviting her to punch him as hard as she can. Moore unloads on Sagara's chin, but he just laughs, fists on his hips as if Moore has told the funniest joke in the world. Moore, incensed, goes for a second punch, but her fist is caught like a fastball by Hayato, who waves a finger on his free hand back and forth, mouthing "uh-uh-uh", before twisting Moore around into a Kimura Lock.
Moore shouts in pain as Hayato drags her to his corner, where Ōkami makes a blind tag. He comes in from the top rope and nails Moore's left shoulder, working the arm Hayato had twisted like a pretzel. Moore shrieks in pain as Ōkami takes control with a fast and furious Todoroku Ikari, staggering Moore to her corner, where Natalie Shelby makes the blind tag. Feeling the tag seems to snap Moore out of her dizzy spell, and the two nail Ōkami with a double team single arm lariat. However, he no-sells it and kips right back up, his shoulders bobbing with laughter. Both Shelby and Moore seem furious, as they begin to charge at Ōkami, but Moore is stopped by a You Go Sleepy-Time (high-speed, full-force roundhouse kick to the head), Shelby stops and sees her partner laid out, turns, and catches the human ballistic missile known as Ōkami no Ame as he flies in with a Tora no Kokoro (630 corkscrew moonsault)! Ōkami with the pin for the 1! 2! 3!
Bridget Lewis-Killings: The Kaiju Krushers take down their first set of foes as a tandem with an impressive display here tonight on Chaos. D.D.S. went down for the count at the 8 minute 26 second mark.
“Yes You Are”/“No I’m Not”
The cameras go backstage to Drake Connors’ private dressing room, where he is currently stretching out, rotating his shoulders and wrists, firing off an experimental punch or two followed by quick knee strikes. Seeming satisfied, he turns towards the door and is almost hit in the face by it as an excited Ryden opens it from outside. Without any preamble, Ryden begins to speak.
Ryden: That was a great match, dude!
Drake, who hasn’t had his match gives Ryden the raised eyebrow and narrowed left eye of “whatchu talkin bout, foo?”
Drake: The hell you talking about, Wolfman Jack?
Ryden: The match between you and that Oscar-Mayer chick! Yo, I know Patroller Black is you, man. You don’t gotta be cagey about it.
Drake’s “whatchu talkin bout” look gets more extreme.
Drake: I dunno who you been talking to, but I’m not that idiot. Only match I got tonight is defending my Violence Championship.
Ryden looks doubtful.
Ryden: C’mon Drakey, I -KNOW- Black is you!
Drake: No, I’m not. I promise you.
Ryden: Yes you are!
Drake: Am not!
Ryden: Are too!
Drake: I’m totally not! His profile even says I’m not!
Ryden: That’s just to throw people off. Dude’s 6’4” and 245 pounds just like you!
Drake: So? Lots of guys my size, bro.
Ryden: I saw the suit with all your other cosplay stuff!
Drake: So what?! Doesn’t mean a thing other than I’m a fan of the guy!
They’re almost nose to nose now, shouting at each other.
Ryden: Just admit it! You’re Patroller Black!
Drake: Am not!
Ryden: Are too!
The scene fades out on the two frenemies still arguing away at each other.
That caption reads "Earlier in the Day" as we see an extremely stressed out Robert Quinn sat behind his desk flipping through a stack of contracts when a light knock is heard and he looks up to see his daughter Ali, EPIC's Director of Social Media and VP of Talent Relations, standing in the open doorway.
Ali Quinn: You look like shit Dad. What's got you so stressed out?
Robert drops the folder in his hand and picks up his phone to check his notifications and sees his reflection in the screen.
Robert Quinn: Jeez you're right…
He starts to trail off but puts the phone down.
Robert Quinn: Spotlight Talent Management is playing hardball with these contract details and trying to renegotiate with some just outlandish demands for the six talents they have in EPIC. I'm also worried about how Evan is going to adjust to Vegas when he gets here Friday.
She smiles widely at the mention of Evan.
Ali Quinn: I can't wait to see my baby brother! I also told you not to sign them unless they agreed to drop the talent agency I knew that would be a headache. I'm probably about to add to your stress level with what I wanna talk about though…
Robert gives her a side eyed look.
Robert Quinn: What?
Ali Quinn: JC. Dad there's no reason he's not medically cleared when other doctors have given him a clean bill of health.
He sighs loudly and leans back in his chair.
Robert Quinn: It's probably going to surprise you to hear because I'm never going to be the kids biggest fan and if it was up to me he wouldn't have a job here but he does and he should be able to perform.
Ali Quinn looks taken back by her father's response.
Ali Quinn: That's definitely not what I was expecting you to say that's for sure. What can we do about it?
Robert Quinn: Nothing. She has the power to suspend him with or without the bogus medical report. I can't do anything about it if I even wanted to.
Her brow furrowed in confusion.
Ali Quinn: What? But you said he should be able to perform if he's healthy.
Robert Quinn: He should but I'm not going to face possible legal action from Analicia just to get the son of the man who destroyed our family back in the ring. I wouldn't even do that for someone I actually liked.
Before she can respond her phone rings and she smiles widely.
Ali Quinn: Hey baby… Yes, but share with your sister… I'm proud of you for being a good example for her… Grandpa is right here why?... Ok I'll put you on speaker.
Robert's eyes light up as he hears the voice of his seven year old Granddaughter on the phone as Ali holds it out.
Blaze Quinn: Hi Grandpa!
Robert Quinn: Beezy is that you?
Blaze Quinn: Yes Grandpa it's me. Will you let bubby wrestle please?
Robert glares at Ali realizing right then he's been set up.
Robert Quinn: Honey your brother will be able to wrestle again but he's hurt right now…
The little girl interrupts him.
Blaze Quinn: He's not hurt, he's playing on the monkey bars at the park with me and Lexi right now. Please Grandpa, I want to see my big brother on TV.
Robert Quinn: I'll try honey…
Blaze Quinn: OH goodie! You promise?
Ali can barely hold her laughter in as Robert responds through gritted teeth.
Robert Quinn: I promise.
Blaze Quinn: Ok bye Grandpa!
You can hear the little girl hand the phone to someone then clearly say "Did I do good bubby?" before the call ends. Ali quickly starts walking away as Robert screams at her.
Robert Quinn: That was a dirty trick Alison!
We fade as Robert just shakes his head in disbelief.
Dizzie vs. Ethan Wylde
Bridget Lewis-Killings: The following match stems back from actions taken back st REBIRTH by the faction RI5EN. While originally the opponent requested was the Elite Champion, because his own open challenge was answered first, the next choice for Xiuhua ‘Dizzie’ Zhou was one half of the Wyldeside team in Ethan Wylde. Would Dizzie be able to begin her conquest for revenge on the right foot or would her coming back to the ring so soon lead to her too falling victim to the group. Let’s look at the highlights and find out.
The bell barely sounded and Dizzie was off, overwhelming Ethan with a flurry of precision strikes, ending the sequence with a Spinning Heel Kick, the young woman going into combat mode against Wylde. Dizzie doesn’t let up as she now turns to using impressive tosses and strength showcasing moves such as Spinning Back Suplex, Powerslam, Deadlift German Suplex, and Spinebuster, each move getting closer falls for the emotionally charged Dizzie. Ethan managed to turn the tide in his favor following a desperation Stun Gun. He goes on to choke Dizzie on the ropes she crashed throat first into. Ethan follows this with a Snap Powerbomb for a soft two count. Wylde transitions to a Single Leg Crab just as Dizzie kicks out. This proves erroneous however as the submission proficient Dizzie is easily able to escape the hold and gains a second wind. Vicious stomps to the back of Wylde’s head follow and Dizzie ends her assault with the SCP (Stalling Brainbuster With Squats), wowing the crowd with her power before hooking the leg for the three count.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Dizzie returns in fine form, showcasing her incredible strength and fortitude as she picks up the victory against Ethan Wylde in 8 minutes and 48 seconds. This didn’t exactly spell the end of things though which we’ll see right now.
You Got A Friend In Me
We return to the ringside area where just as Dizzie gets her hand raised by the referee, she is clubbed from behind by Lucas Wylde. The crowd immediately lets their disapproval known as they boo the cheap shot and subsequent stomps. The larger Wylde boy grabs Dizzie up by her long hair, looking to set her up for a Gutwrench Powerbomb. However as he readies himself for the move, we see Celina del Añil race down the ramp, hopping up to the apron. Wylde barely has time to notice her appear and let go of Dizzie before she jumps up on the ropes, coming off with a gorgeous Springboard Dropkick, taking the big man off his feet. Quickly checking on Dizzie who gets up enraged, Celina and her friend go after Lucas but he slides out the ring, collecting his dazed brother on the outside and backing up. Dizzie looks to Celina a moment before giving her a nod and smiling, the two then talking trash to Wyldeside who continue their backwards trek up the ramp.
EPIC Violence Championship
Drake Connors (c.) vs. Lucas Wylde
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Though they were thwarted in their earlier attack attempt, Wyldeside look to turn things around in a huge way up next. Lucas Wylde has his sights set on championship gold as he takes on the EPIC Violence Champion Drake Connors one on one. Will Connors end up on the wrong side of a Wylde Ride or will the champion continue his roll and retain?
Drake is walking down the hall, approaching the table where Fat Jackass Swanson is pigging out, as he usually is before he has a match, when he's suddenly blindsided by Lucas Wylde! The two fly onto the table, smashing it to bits and flinging food everywhere. Lucas seems to have an advantage for a moment, but then Drake takes a baguette and jabs Lucas in the eye with it. Lucas claps a hand to his face with a strangled yelp that turns into a groan as Drake smashes the super hard French bread into Wylde's cranium. Wylde falls to the floor, clutching the back of his skull.
Drake, in control now, says "C'mere, you little shit!" as he drags Lucas up by his hair, leading the misguided youth by the head down to the ring, throwing him in under the bottom rope. Drake rolls in after him, and Lucas goes for the Big Boot, but Drake bends, Matrix-style, and grabs Lucas' foot, and quickly snaps the younger man into the Runnin' On Stumps (heel hook). Drake holds Lucas center ring, tweaking the hold, cinching it in harder and harder as Lucas refuses to quit. Drake yells "I'll snap your foot, you little dickhead!", cinching the hold in even harder, near to the ligament-snapping, career-ending point, and Lucas taps wildly.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: Violence Champion Drake Connors retains his title over a bold Lucas Wylde via submission at the 14 minute and 32 second mark.
The #1 Contender? - Exit
“Big Balls” by AC/DC hits the PA and Frank Lowe marches down to the ring with a mic in hand. Frank is wearing the same thing we saw him in earlier in the night minus the ice pack. His slight limp is still impacting his gate as he walks. Frank reaches the ring and rolls in.
Frank Lowe: It wouldn’t be Chaos without Frank Lowe!
Frank Lowe: Don’t be ungrateful! I took a red eye last night just to ensure I could be here in the Chaos Complex just to brighten the shitty days of you shitty people. Show some fucking respect!
Crowd: ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE!
Frank Lowe: Look, folks, I’m here to call somebody out. Hungry…
Frank is cut off by “Die Anywhere Else” by MandoPony and an angry Daniel Dream steps out onto the stage with a mic in hand.
Daniel Dream: Frank, you aren’t calling ANYBODY out tonight unless it’s ME!
The crowd pops crazy loud, and Frank laughs dismissively.
Frank Lowe: Dream… my man… son… Look, I handled you last week. You’re old news. Just ask Terra how I roll, Dream. I’m a pound ‘em and forget ‘em kind of guy. And, well, last week, you got pounded like a fucking railroad spike, my man.
Daniel Dream: And you had nothing to do with it, Frank! I had you! I had you dead to rights before RI5EN got involved!
Frank Lowe: Now, now, now… there’s no way you could ever know that, Dream! All we can know is that I walked away and you left on a stretcher. If that don’t sound like “Frank Lowe wins!” I don’t know what the fuck does anymore.
Daniel Dream: You didn’t beat me, Frank. You’re not the number 1 contender to ANYTHING in this company!
Frank Lowe: Says you.
Familiar music hits and Robert Quinn steps out onto the entrance stage. He looks... unimpressed.
Robert Quinn: Frank… Mr. Number One Contender…
Frank smiles a big, beaming smile. The crowd goes ape shit booing.
Robert Quinn: You are NOT the number one contender.
The crowd explodes! Frank goes off in the ring. He’s kicking the bottom rope and yelling all sorts of expletives up the ramp at Dream and Quinn. Dream is smiling and laughing at Frank’s outburst.
Robert Quinn: You’re not the number one contender, because Graham Baker is cashing in his guaranteed shot at the title.
Robert Quinn: I’ll tell you what though, Frank...
Frank calms himself in the ring and listens closely.
Robert Quinn: You’ve got another opportunity to earn that number one contender’s status. At our next Pay Per View, I’m making it official… It’ll be Frank Lowe going one-on-one with Daniel Dream, and the winner will be named the number one contender to the EPIC World Title!
Frank shakes his head no while Dream is eating it up.
Frank Lowe: But I’m already the number one contender!
Robert Quinn: Frank, I just told you you’re not.
Frank Lowe: But I already earned my shot!
Daniel Dream: You didn’t earn shit, Frank!
Frank Lowe: Shut the fuck up, Dream! The MEN are talking!
Robert Quinn: Like it or not, Frank, Dream’s right! You want to be number one contender? Pin this man standing to my side. Make him tap out. Knock him out. I don’t care. Just win the match. That’s it. If you’re really the number one contender, you’ll prove it.
Quinn’s music plays. He tosses the mic to a stage hand and walks off. Frank is still pissed in the ring. Dream laughs.
Daniel Dream: See you at the Pay Per View, Frank! I hope you get over that limp by then!
Frank freaks out as Dream leaves and we cut to commercial while Frank is staring into a camera screaming aimlessly.
Getting On The Same Page
Cameras switch over to the locker room area where we pan in on the seated pair of Wyldes. In street gear, being done for the night, the two seem to be mid-discussion, looking over Lucas’ injured ankle from earlier. Before more can be seen, the door of the locker room swings open, Elite Champion Maverick walking into frame, also looking freshened up, championship belt draped over his shoulder. He takes a second to place the title on his duffle bag, seated on the bench before grabbing a chair of his own and having a seat close, but not too close to his stablemates. The young rogue lets out a sigh as he now stares at Wyldeside.
Maverick: So...that was a fucking fantastic night for you two performance wise. Truly craptacular. I swear it’s like what you were told back at REBIRTH went in one ear, out the other, tickled your sides and then disintegrated into the nothingness you both displayed here tonight. I mean seriously what the hell?! We are supposed to be tearing down the foundation here in the name of building our own and you both lost.. again. What the fuck?!
Ethan looks over at Lucas who is obviously annoyed but the smaller of the two tough Tennessee brothers shoots his younger brother a wink.
Ethan Wylde: You hear something bro? Sounds like a gnat buzzing around.
Maverick: Oh haha, so clever. If you put as much effort into your juvenile jokes as you did your wrestling, maybe you wouldn’t have been beaten down in less than ten minutes by an injured chick, and you wouldn’t have been smacked up and down with a fucking baguette. You know, maybe you should hear the echos of disappointment since they seem to follow you everywhere now. I shouldn’t be the only one winning matches in our damn group.
Lucas stands up, his eye nearly swelled shut from the infamous baguette, he kicks his chair across the locker room.
Lucas Wydle: Look what your proud Poppa did to me! Look at it! I’m never gonna live this down, “here comes big bad Lucas Wydle the guy that got beat up with a piece of bread.” Tell your Dad I wanna run that back. Speaking of Dad’s though where the fuck is Baker? He make you the honorary leader tonight or something?
Maverick tries his best to contain the smug look on his face but ends up letting it shine so the message of him not giving a fuck is loud and clear.
Maverick: The reason why that happened, is because you went into the match overconfident. Attitude like that without the discipline gets you a bread in the eye. As far as Baker is concerned, his reasons are his own but let me make one thing perfectly clear. This bond? It’s built on the idea that we rise together, that we form a foundation on equal ground that’s earned. I don’t answer to Baker, you don’t answer to Baker or to me, you answer to carrying your weight and taking on your responsibilities, which means learning and winning. So before you try and have a smart fucking mouth again, reflect on your issues first, don’t take them out on others or you could be replaced.
Ethan lets out a chuckle.
Ethan Wylde: Who’s gonna replace us? Your fiance? Your stepdad? The wolf guy? Your little sister? Hell your Mom? It’s obvious you didn’t want us in this group to begin with but you’re right. We need to be on the same page and stop all this bickering between us and RISE like we were meant to when this was just an idea between the four of us, it was supposed to just be four with Keeton being the fifth remember not bunny boy? Speaking of where’s that freak you insisted on bringing in to make us five?
Letting out a chuckle of his own, Mav is quick to respond.
Maverick: I swear you two are way too sensitive sometimes. I told you already my hesitation was only a result of not knowing you or how you operate, nothing personal. As far as Hix goes he’s…
Before the Elite Champion could continue, the sound of the door swinging open once again can be heard and a familiar, nearly ear shattering shrieking voice begins to speak.
??: Well don’t stop on my account, this is something I care to know too. It seems to be a case where once again he’s linked to someone else in a way I’m not so sure I approve. You told me nothing but a simple bit about him having Terra and her being safe. Now both of them are missing tonight! What the hell Mav?!
Maverick looks to his stablemates and rolls his eyes before turning to face the woman at the door, who is revealed as EPIC co-owner Analicia Morales-Connors. Placing his hands on his hips, Mav lets out an annoyed sigh before going on.
Maverick: What I told you was the truth and just like it was when I said it, it’s the case tonight. Yes he’s with her, but you saw she left willingly and hasn’t sent any cries for help like you know she would. Hix is...taking care of some matters and Terra is safe with him. I know you’re used to being on her case all day and night but she needs time to heal. Watch you’ll see soon enough. You can trust me.
Analicia Morales-Connors: Mav, you should know by now you’re not the one I have issues trusting in this situation. The last thing we need is a repeat of what happened a few months ago. I just need more than a statement of her being safe, but I will let it go for now. However I expect a more detailed answer later. Now you can continue your childish bicker-fest with your little friends.
Just as loud of an entrance as she made, so too was her exit from the locker room as she slammed the door shut behind her, leaving the members of RI5EN in the room with a collective expression of aggravation on their faces.
I’LL GET YOU PATROLLER BLACK!!!!
The scene fades in on Ryden Lauffeyson confronting Patroller Black.
Ryden: I know that you're Drake Connors under that ridiculous get-up!
Black: How dare you, ma'am! I'm not that ridiculous, evil, wretched man!
Ryden: Listen here, Drake, I -KNOW- it's you!
Ryden is suddenly blasted in the face with a blinding flash as Patroller Black zaps him with his spark-gun "laser", and then runs away. As he disappears from frame, he yells behind him.
Black: No, I'm NOT! I'm TOTALLY NOT Drake Connors!
Ryden finally clears his vision of spots and stares after where Black has vanished.
Ryden: I -KNOW- you're Drake... And I'm gonna PROVE IT!!
EPIC World Championship
“Hungry” Jack Swanson (c.) vs. El Diablo Blanco
For the final time tonight we join Bridget in the studio.
Bridget Lewis-Killings: It is now time for our main event of the evening and in a match the was made at the behest of one of our official sponsors, Taco Bell, former Violence Champion El Diablo Blanco gets the chance of a lifetime as he faces “Hungry” Jack Swanson for the EPIC World Championship. As we saw during the backstage exchange between El D and the Taco Bell Executive they have instructed him to purposely lose the match. Will the proud family man defy the orders of the company that can make or break his financial future or will he do what he has to to live his dream of being a World Champion? We’re about to find out but either way the EPIC Original has a massive grip on the World Title and with the likes of Graham Baker, Frank Lowe, and Daniel Dream breathing down his neck he has his first defense right now!
Bridget turns to the screen and the full entrances for both men are shown with El Diablo Blanco out first walking past the Taco Bell Exec and his muscle who are seated at ringside. Swanson emerges through the curtain to a monster ovation that might have only been rivaled by his opponents. Jack still shows signs of the attack at the hands of RI5EN following his title win sporting a large bandage on his forehead and tape on his shoulder. As soon as the bell sounded they locked up and Jack shoved El D clean across the ring actually drawing some boos. El D popped back up with a stiff punch to the chin of the champion that staggers him but a high knee from Swanson shifts things in his favor where it remained for the majority of the match. Multiple near falls by Jack showed the heart and resilience of El Diablo who refused to stay down much to the dismay of the Taco Bell Exec. Late in the match Jack drug a nearly lifeless El D to his feet and into a Bear Hug looking to drain what little Diablo had left bringing a smile to the evil Exec’s face. In a last ditch effort to free himself from the grasp of the behemoth El D drove the point of his elbow repeatedly into the bandaged forehead of Swanson and blood immediately flowed through the thick bandage and appeared to energize the challenger. The elbows had the champion reeling and he dropped El Diablo who blasted him with a spinning heel kicked that dropped the big man, a running senton followed that up driving all the air out of the lungs of the 400lber. Quickly El D scaled the top rope and looked out at the crowd who were chanting his name but he caught the face of the Taco Bell Executive out of the corner of his giving him a very disapproving look. El D thought about it and realized that his dream was more important than money and he leaped off hitting Feeling Froggy flush onto the chest of Jack Swanson and bouncing into the air. El D crawled back to Jack as the Executives muscle came over the guardrail only to eat a knockout punch from Drake Connors who had been secretly seated next to them the entire time disguised as a Frenchman. El Diablo covered Swanson and the referee counted 1...2..3!
Bridget Lewis-Killings: AND NEEEEEEEEEEEW EPIC World Champion El Diablo Blanco who just scored the biggest upset in EPIC history in 23 minutes and 52 seconds! The dream of a 34 year old father of two who never thought he’d be anything more than a backyard wrestler has come true right here in the Chaos Complex in front of the ten thousand plus strong Diablo Nation! Let the celebration begin, goodnight!
Drake Connors and others who flooded from the locker room join El Diablo Blanco in the ring as he’s handed the title and they hoist him up on their shoulders as the Amazon Prime and EPIC logos appear as we fade out on a close up of El D holding the title high in the air.