OFFICIAL EWNCW Inferno Thread

[Grind_Bastard]

*Vintage pyro explodes before we can hear good ol' Bob Daniels:*


Bob Daniels: From Jackson, Mississippi, this is Thursday Night Inferno!!! This is our last show before Bred for Combat, and the rivalries are peaking before the great explosion. I'm Bob Daniels, accompanied by Pierce Kingmaker. Pierce, can you elaborate on the rivalries we have going on?

Pierce Kingmaker: Of course. We have out title matches set, Tommy vs. Krysys for the EWNCW title, King Strem vs Istvan Gretzky for the International title, and a triple threat for the Inferno Ignition belt, involving the champ Andy Cannon, Johnny Rose and Mike Hawk. But there are others who don't have a match but been fighting for weeks, so expect decisions concerning wrestlers like Luke Jameson, KJ Punk, Gillz, DJ Williams or Grind Bastard.

Daniels: Which are your favorites?


Kingmaker: All of them!! But you know I have a special predilection for what's going on with Grind and Blaine.





Daniels: Istvy baby is opening the show, and I bet he's not happy.

Kingmaker: Not much of a risk that bet of yours, since Krysys grabbed Istvan tights to get the win last week.

*Istvan Gretzky walks out on to the stage to a mixed reaction. Rather than walk straight down the ramp, he stops, turns towards the camera and flexes his right arm.*

"Red Hot" Istvan Gretzky: Yes, peoples, it is I, great and noble Polish warrior, "Red Hot" Istvan Gretzky. The man who makes money, breaks bones, and takes girlfriends, kurwa! The man who was robbed last week against lesser man, in this kurwa named Kyrsys.

*Istvan begins walking down the ramp.*
Istvan: Robbed, kurwa.

*He continues walking.*

Istvan: Yes, kurwa, robbed.


If you think Istvan was robbed, all my Istymaniacs, then let ECWN management know.

" IS-TY-WAS-ROBBED--IS-TY-WAS-ROBBED"

*Once he gets down to the ringside area he approaches the ringside barrier, before stopping in front a fan, who happens to be wearing a "Krysys is my hero" T-shirt. *
Istvan: So, before I get into that catch-as-catch-can-grapples ring, I must ask this misguided child a question.

Fan of Krysys, do you think that fantastically talented, and all around great catch-as-catch-can-grapples practitioner, Istvan Gretzky, was robbed last week?

Krysys fan: No, Krysys is the best in the world, and you couldn't beat him on your best d-

*Istvan takes the microphone away from the fan.*

Istvan: Wrong answer, kurwa! Istvan was robbed because Krysys pulled Istvan by the tights. Look, just like this.

*Istvan spins the fan around and grabs him by the back of the pants. He pulls upwards and gives the poor fan a wedgie.*

Istvan: Just like this, kurwa! Krysys used the most homosexual heel tactic of them all to defeat him!

*Istvan then pulls so hard that he lifts him off of his feet. He holds him at shoulder height for a few seconds, then lifts him fully over his head with one arm, before launching him into the crowd. Surprisingly, the fans actually catch the Krysys fan, and they body surf him until he reaches the back of the arena. While he is being surfed, Istvan makes his way into the ring.*

Istvan: Haha, yes, my Istymaniacs, take that Krysys loving AssCadet out of Istvans arena, kurwa! Now, Krystian Kurwa, let me tell you something. Istvan has seen how you carry yourself, and Istvan wants to tell you that he is not impressed. You act as if you is one of the best on the world, but, all I see is best at talking gowno, while using every low rent, cheap as chips, heel one-oh-one tactics. Where you prefer to talk faster than you walk, Istvan prefer to fight face to fa-




Kingmaker: This guy right here is my pick to win the EWNCW belt.

Daniels: No wonder he is talented, but I think Tommy is more than he can chew.


Kingmaker: Of course he is, I don't expect Krysys to devour the champion in one bite, he's not an anaconda.
Daniels: But he can succumb to one.

*King Zero hits and the fans instantly boo Krysys as he makes his way to the ring, cutting off Gretzky in the process*

Krysys: Istvan, I was all for letting you finish your little promo.. Than I realized that nobody can understand a damn word you say, so it doesn't really matter no does it? Of all things you blabbered on about, the on thing I did catch is that you're not happy with how I won last week. I used as you said "homosexual heel tactic". Truth is I did what I needed to win and guess what? I won!
*The crowd boos loudly as Istvan looks on annoyed*
Krysys: I have told everyone for months now that I always tell the truth! And last week I said I would beat you and I did! I have also told everyone that I will do whatever I have to win, and again I do. So, I fail to see what your problem is? You had to know going into our match that I was going to cheat, so if you were unprepared for it, that is your fault.
*Istvan looks to be getting angry but Krysys is all smiles.*

Krysys: Go ahead and get mad, it won't change the facts! You lost to none other than the future EWNCW Champion, the one and only King Zer-

[Grind_Bastard]

Kingmaker: All Hail the King! No need to explain that I want him to retain his championship.


Daniels: Like we didn't know that, Captain Obvious.

*King heads out to stage, the music fades as he walks*

King: First and foremost you ungrateful sack of shit krysys, their is only one king here, so take zero and get out of here. Last week did not end like the king wanted it too. I had Tommy, your hero, your EWNCW champion, down and beaten. I had him right where I wanted him and then you two decide to pitch in on your own efforts. Like me emphasize for about the third or fourth week in a row.

*King begins to walk to the ring*

King: I am better than the Illiterate Pollock loser Istvan Getzsky. I am better than the wanna be king Krystian Krysys. I am wayyyyy better than your hero Tommy, hell I am better than all three of you at once.

*King enters the ring, face to face with Getzsky and Krysys*

King: And if the fact is that I must mutilate all three of you at once for people to finally realize when I say I am the best in the company, hell best in the world of this sport, it is not some stupid little catchphrase or saying to get everyone hyped up only to keep them hanging in suspense until my downfall, no, it is the fucking truth. So, gentlemen and village idiot, Cough Cough Istvan, I am right here. I am looking for a fight. I came to wrestle and prove that I am the best you three will ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL HAI-




Daniels: Tommy Thunder is giving us an excellent run as EWNCW champion, and I hope he keeps the belt


Kingmaker: Like we didn't know that, Captain Obvious.

Daniels: So now you're a line-stealer?


Kingmaker: Only to piss you off, Bob.

*King Looks on in anger for being interrupted. Thunder comes out, EWNCW Championship around his waist, mic in hand. He holds the mic up high as the crowd cheer, and he then brings it down to begin speaking as he's walking down to the ring.*

Thunder: WE're not going to hail a damn thing Kingy. Not you, and certainly not Krysys. But we are going to hail Istvan Gretzky there, because come the end of Bred for Combat, he's going to be the new International Champion, and you're going to be a worthless piece of crap at the end of his boot.

*crowd cheer*

Thunder: You think because you're the International Champion, the longest reigning International Champion, that you're really something. You think you're the best, you think you're some sort of actual king here don't you. Well please allow me to verbally slap you in the face with a hard slab of truth. You're NOTHING. You're not a king of anyone or anything, and the only thing you're better at than anyone else here is talking out of your ass.

*crowd cheer as King looks furious, he's about to speak, but Thunder cits him off as he steps through the ropes*

Thunder: No no!!! Please, no more talking from you!! You've already said more than enough bullshit to last a good few weeks!!

*the crowd laugh*

Thunder: And besides, I'm not done yet! You also seem to think that you're the best wrestler in this ring right now, but the fact of the matter is, you're not. And the reason for that is, because you're not the bearer of this:

*Thunder unclips and holds aloft the EWNCW Championship as the crowd cheer*

Thunder: Now I'm going to give you a lesson here, so you best pay attention and prep that brain of yours to absorb what I'm going to tell you so that I don't have to repeat myself again. You see, this here is the EWNCW Championship. And this is the pinnacle for anyone here on Inferno. If you are the holder of this Championship, then it denotes that you are the best wrestler on this brand, and indeed the best wrestler in the world.

Now I'm pretty sure that there's a name plate on this title... oh yeah, there it is!! And last time I checked, my vision was 20/20, and I'm pretty sure that I don't read the name King Strem on this title here. No, I read the name Tommy Thunder on it!!

*the crowd cheer*

Thunder: So until that name plate says your name on it, Kingy, then you can shut your damn mouth about calling yourself the best in this company, and the best in the world.

Lesson Over!

*crowd cheer*

Thunder: And you Krysys, you're not getting off the hook either! At Bred for Combat, you're not walking away with this EWNCW Championship. You're walking away FROM this EWNCW Championship! Because after I beat you, that's going to be the last time you get to challenge me for a long time!

*crowd cheer*

Thunder: You proved the other week that the only way you can beat me is through cheating, and you proved last week that the only way you can win ful stop these days is by cheating, so you haven't exactly got much going for you right now have you?
Now I'm not going to let you win this championship and make it the borefest you once did. I'm going to beat you so bad, you'll be begging for me to end it. And once I knock you out cold with the shining wizard and then make you tap out to the anaconda vice, you'll be a broken man who will never want to face me in this ring again in fear of getting humiliated again!

*crowd cheer*




Kingmaker: You can't stop THE BAWS!!


*Pop for the GM.*

Nathan Staples: And as always, we have some good stuff going on here, so it is my job to capitalize. Gentlemen, get ready for a tag team match, king and Krysys vs Thunder and Gretzky. Good one, huh?


*Fans love it.*
Staples: Then, it is set. Gentlemen, clear the ring, because the show must go on!


Kingmaker:Vintage Staples!

Daniels: If you want the best, Staples gives you the best! Great main event set for tonight, but now we need to have a small break.

[Grind_Bastard]

Daniels: Inferno continues with Seth Ferrell ready to rumble.

Kingmaker: Indeed he is, Bob. Jameson is under his skin and he won't leave until they fight.

*Boos for the Pharaoh as he enters the ring and asks for a mic.*

Seth Ferrell: For weeks now this little newcomer named Jameson, an ignorant peasant that thinks he can mess with the Pharaoh, is been interfering in my business, costing me the chance of becoming the number one contender for the International title. He really believes that he can make a name for himself in this company by defeating me, a legend in the business. Well, son you ain't. At bred for Combat, I challenge you to a match, and I vow to whoop your ass there. So, if you have what it takes, come out here and accept your fate!



Daniels: Jameson is not going to bail that easily.

Kingmaker: No, he isn't, Bob. This guy wants to prove himself in the biggest of them all, and won't stop at nothing, Pharaoh included.

*Luke Jameson walks out wearing a pair of training pant, his "BETTER THAN YOU" t-shirt, and a shit eating grin. He looks around at the fans, absorbing the mixture of cheers and heat. After a few moments, he starts walking down the ramp. He climbed up the stairs and through the ropes before walking to the other side of the and demanding a mic. He looked around at the mixed crowd one last time before he began speaking... *

Jameson: First and foremost, I have something to get off my chest. Wins and losses...Two words that proves to be the difference between becoming World Champion and remaining a jobber for the rest of an professional wrestlers career. Last week, I faced a man named Nightmare. Now the rule that I had heard from many of the vets of this industry is never...EVER...take your eye off the ball. Nightmare forgot that rule and I am the LAST person you want to forget that rule with because I will make you regret it. He got distracted by Gillz, I saw the opportunity, I took advantage, and I came out the victor. Get over it!

*The boos get a little louder. They don't affect Jameson.*

Jameson: That brings me to my next subject...Mr. Seth Farrell. Now the reason I faced Nightmare last week was because Ferrell picked him as my opponent...all the good that did him. I, of course being the stipulations of a "Pick your Poison" event, picked Gillz to face Mr. Ferrell and not only did Ferrell lose, but he tapped out...gave up! Now nothing against Gillz. There's a reason why I picked him. Other than me, I would say he's one of the best wrestlers in the back, which unfortunately doesn't mean much seeing as how most of the talent back there is shit just like this horrible city we're in.

*Boos erupt again*

Jameson: Yeah boo me you hypocrites. You know its true. The point I'm trying to make is, and I'm talking to you Mr.Ferrell, if you couldn't survive against Gillz then how will you stand when your facing a mountain named Mount Jameson? Now I'm sure you would come out here and defend yourself Ferrell, but let me end this so you don't have to. Bred for Combat...I will be standing in the middle of the ring like I am right now waiting for you. If you don't show up I won't blame you. Heed this warning though. If you decide to meet me in that ring...the only things you have to look forward to is pain and humiliation because I will beat you within an inch of your life and there won't be a DAMN THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT BECAUSE I AM LUKE JAMESON AND I...AM...BETTER...THAN....YOU!!

*Seth and Jameson start trash talking each other. Seth finally smirks and leaves, saying “See you at Bred for Combat*

Daniels: This was one of the potential matches for Bred for Combat, and now is set, Ferrell will battle Luke Jameson.

Kingmaker: Pretty even one. The experience of the Pharaoh against the hunger and talent of Jameson. If I were the fans, I wouldn't miss this one.

[Grind_Bastard]

*Ano Doom slowly walks out onto the stage ,pouring sweat practically dripping onto the floor, and shaking so much it seems like he's having a seizure... The burning intensity is in high gear tonight. No different than always. It seems perhaps he's more determined and ready than usual, due to the double shot of destroying coming up.*

Daniels: The music begins to blast through every corner of the arena and the people know what's coming next-destruction.

Kingmaker: That's right Ano Doom is set for a handicap match aginst Mikkel Gunnar-Freyr and a mystery partner. Wonder who it could be.

*Doom stands on stage briefly, staring straight ahead down towards the ring, focused on it as can be, never blinking or looking away... It's almost as if he CAN'T. Doom is obviously almost unable to wait for the bell. He begins to walk slowly but methodically down the ramp, never once looking away from what's in front of him still-The Battlefield, The Warzone, the place that the crushing will take place tonight.

He continues the walk down to the ring as his driven focused mindset can be felt all through the arena, then makes his over to ringside and over to the ring announcer. Doom never does look at him though or anything around him, he is still looking at the ring, without turning towards him, Doom says: "Come on just give me the mic already you're stalling me from getting in that ring." He is handed the microphone and heads towards the ring and jumps onto the apron quickly and powerfully, then steps right in without any waiting whatsoever.*

Ano Doom: Last week was another repeat of the week before it, and that was a repeat of the week before that. One thing happened: I destroyed the opponent put in front of me and he fell in less than two minutes. Just like every other time and every man before that came ahead of him. All annihilated and destroyed without a moment's notice by The Demon Cyborg. Some men around here take longer to walk out here than I take to end a match. Hell, it's practically over the minute I get in the ring with someone else. As soon as the bell rings the first time, you should consider that a way of saying, "Alright, this one is almost over already." I am out here looking for the cure to the undying, unquenchable hunger I have for breaking everyone around me, any and every chance I get. So far, the men handpicked for me are only suitable for a short period of time. Destroying them sustains the drive only temporarily, until the next show when its time to lay waste to someone else again. All I want ever, is to slaughter every one that ever stands in front of me, one by one or two or three at a time. It makes no difference how Nathan Staples decides to offer me destruction every week. But this go around, this time, I have a bigger fight than ever before... Instead of smashing just one man in no time at all... I get to run right through two guys at once. Mikkael Gunnar Freyr came out here at the end of last week's onslaught and challenged me, I never for one second could have even TRIED to turn it down. Your challenge gives me more of what I want: That is destroying EVERYONE. So let's go Freyr, get out here right now, where's your partner, let's go right this second! I can wait no longer!

Kingmaker: Bob, someone may die tonight...

Daniels: I'm scared Pierce

Kingmaker: Pansy



Kingmaker: Well never the less here comes Mikkel, god bless him

Daniels: The thing he has going for him is that he has a partner, whoever it is.

Mikkel: Tonight it ends. Tonight the so called unstoppable Ano Doom will be put to rest. Me, along with my partner, will end you tonight.

Daniels: Who the hell is his partner!?



Daniels: Holy Hell that's the Surgeon General!

Kingmaker: Holy hell is right he has been gone for a while and now he is back to try and stop Doom.



(Stop at 1:44)

Daniels: Haha this is like a car wreck

Kingmaker: How can you laugh? This is madness

Daniels: Madness? This is Doom!!!

*Doom lifts Freyr up into the Cold Blooded Murder and nails it*

1.....


2.....


3....

Jason McManus: here is your winner, Ano Doom!

Daniels: Even against two guys Doom is unstoppable

Kingmaker: Yeah he just crushed Freyr with that Sell Shock kinda move he calls the Cold Blooded Murder, it's very heavy.

Daniels: Makes you think Doom may very well be unstoppable.

[Grind_Bastard]

Daniels: We're back on Inferno, and it is time for two newcomers in the company, as sure Antonyo Angelo will call KJ Punk out.



Daniels: Angelo had an epic battle against KJ Punk on his first night here, and after the loss, he's been beating KJ Punk outside the ring.

Kingmaker: You've gotta love the attitude of the Italian Stallion, he is here to be successful, no matter what he has to do. I think the original holder of the nickname inspired him.


Daniels: Santino Marella?

Kingmaker: No! Rocco Siffredi. I wonder if the two share the same tool.

Daniels: Didn't know of your homoerotic tendencies, Pierce.

*Pierce blushes*

* Out comes the Italian Stallion with big chorus of boos mixing with his music. Antonyo looks more serious than ever as he makes his way down the ramp and into the ring. Antonyo picks up a mic. He raises the mic to speak*

Angelo: My nam....

*Angelo is cut off by some "You are a loser chants"*

Angelo: That was exactly the reaction I expected from you,people. I come out here every week and all I can hear from you is calling me a loser. I'm an accomplished wrestler, a former champione but what the hell you people are, ha?
Let me tell you what you really are. You people are my paycheck,you cagnas .The amount of money you spend for tickets every week goes straight to my pocket. Who's the loser now?

*Boos from the crowd*

Angelo: I mean,this whole arena is full of losers. I mean take a look at that guy right there. You are fat and ugly and you are calling me a loser. Check that stupid blonde chick in the back. Yes I'm talking to you sweetheart, you look like you are Paris Hilton's anorexic best friend. Or check that kid in the front line with the winner winner chicken dinner, what the hell does that even means? You three and all of you in this arena are the losers not me. I'm successful, rich, classy, professional wrestler and all of this because you pay to watch ME every week.

*Antonyo laughs while the crowd boos*

Angelo: Do you realize how stupid you sound when you are calling me a loser. I'm everything you people are not. I'm everything and you are nothing.You are all just like your new hero KJ Punk. You see KJ is the typical guy who will have one or two good moments in his career but just that nothing more. But a guy like me, my name will be along with the best in the history of wrestling. I'm something special something unique. But instead of showing me the appreciation that I deserve. You are calling me names, you are disrespectful to me. You don't respect me but you people respect a guy like KJ Punk.

*The fans are chanting KJ"s name*

Angelo: So I decided to prove my self once again to all of you not because i want your respect. I don't want anything from idiots anymore. But because i want to let you all know that what I say I do and what I want I get. How I'm gonna do that? Simple, I challenge Mr. KJ Punk in a match at Bred of Combat PPV. And KJ if you are man enough, as you say you are then you will accept my challenge. My name is Antonyo Angelo and I'm the Italian Stal.....





Daniels: KJ time!


Kingmaker: He should have let Angelo finish!


Daniels: Now you dislike interruptions?

*KJ Punk makes his way out to a huge pop from the sold out crowd. He high fives the little kid who has the “Winner Winner Chicken Dinner” t-shirt on as he slides in the ring and takes a microphone*

Punk: Hang on, I have to accept your little challenge for me to be a man? Um, excuse me, but haven’t I already beat your ass before? I’m pretty sure I have. Ya know, to get a contract on this very show. I beat you. One. Two. Three. I pinned you in the middle of this very ring.

*The crowd pops as Angelo reacts shaking his head*

Punk: But you see, there’s the difference between me and you. You come out thinking that you’re better than everyone else. You’re not better than that man, or that hot blonde in the back, or that little guy who’s supporting his favorite wrestler. You were them! You used to come to shows, you used to sit here and cheer your little heart out for Barry Horowitz or whoever you patterned your career after. We all did or else we wouldn’t be here!

*The crowd pops again*

Punk: But you know what, I’m never one to back away from a fight. I’m here to wrestler and I’m here to entertain. And I think that these fans would be HIGHLY entertained to see me beat your ass AGAIN!

*The crowd pops louder than before*

Punk: So at Bred for Combat, I’ll drop you with the Rolling Elbow, again, pin you, again, get my arms raised, again, and yell WINNER WINNER!!!!!!!!!! CHICKEN DINNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! again.

*The crowd pops and chants KJ PUNK as he drops the mic*


Daniels: Another one into the already stacked Bred for Combat card!


Kingmaker: If they give us a match like the one on Inferno, this could be a potential showstealer!

[Grind_Bastard]

*Inside Nathan Staples office*

Staples: Don't worry baby I'll take care of it...of course I will, I'm the BAWS!!1

*Seth Ferrell walks in foaming at the mouth*

Staples: Listen I have to go...*Hangs up* Seth! how are you?

Ferrell: Cut the crap Staples

Staples: Okie dokie, what the hell do you want.

Ferrell: You know what I want...I want Luke one on one! Tonight!

Staples: Hmmmm....well no. I have that match scheduled for Bred For Combat so it would be senseless to make that match for tonight. But, since you want a match, I will put you in a match tonight against DJ Williams...Oh and Seth, that match is next

*Ferrell storms out mumbling curse words*



McManus: This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from the banks of the nile, Seth Ferrell!

Kingmaker: This is an outcry that Ferrell has to face this hip hop wannabe when he should get his hands on Jameson.

Daniels: The baws already said he has the match scheduled for Bred For Combat so he will have to wait.

Kingmaker: Well he will take his anger out on DJ tonight.



McManus: And his opponent, from Harlem, New York, DJ Williams!!!

Daniels: I think you may be wrong about DJ Pierce, this kid is so talented and ambitious.

Kingmaker: Yeah but Seth is pissed off at the world right now.



(Rio-Ferrell, Ryder-DJ) (Stop at 4:19)

Kingmaker: DJ tried to end it and Ferrell reversed it quite well.

*DJ tries running at Ferrell and gets hit with a clothesline*

Daniels: A thunderous clothesline by Seth Ferrell

*Ferrell gets on top of DJ and starts throwing punches*

Kingmaker: Good God he is mutilating him

*Ref starts counting to get Ferrell off of DJ, but to no avail as the ref counts to five and calls for the bell*

Daniels: Somebody get him the hell off of him he's going to kill him.

Kingmaker: Told you he was going to take his anger out

*As the bell rings to end the match, Luke Jameson runs down the ramp into the ring, takes Ferrell's feet out from underneath him, and begins to trade blows with him*

Daniels: Serves him right! Get him Luke!

*Luke let's Ferrell up, just so he can hit him with a big boot and stand over top of him*

Daniels: I would say Luke Jameson is ready for Bred For Combat.

[Grind_Bastard]

*Hysteria blasts around the arena and almost instantaneously the fans in attendance begin booing as they know who's on his way out. Arthur Lansdale strides into view, shaking his head in typical fashion as the fans rain down abuse on him. He begins walking to the ring, exchanging glares with fans in the front row who bellow and jeer towards him, Lansdale stops in front of one of the fans who is holding a cheeseburger in his hands. The fan goes to take a bite, not knowing Lansdale is there and has the cheeseburger smeared all over his face as the British grappler pushes it against him with a hand. Lansdale laughs as the fan stands there shocked, the fans around the burger wielder throw popcorn towards Lansdale who just wipes his hand on a handkerchief and sneers at the man.*

Bob Daniels: Well we're moving on with Inferno here as we have Mr Arthur Lansdale on his way out, and are you getting this Pierce?

Pierce Kingmaker: I am Bob, and I have to say, it's hilarious! Serves that guy right for stuffing his face!!

Daniels: Come now Pierce, that fan was simply enjoying a snack there, and Lansdale had no motive to do that to him!

Kingmaker: That fan is disgusting, and apitomizes everything that's wrong with the image of a wrestling fan these days.
But let me ask you this Bob, do you know what the French call a Quarter Puunder with Cheese?

Daniels: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?

Kingmaker: No, they got the metric system there, they wouldn't know what the hell a Quarter Pounder is.

Daniels: What'd they call it?

Kingmaker: Royale with Cheese.

Daniels: Royale with Cheese. What'd they call a Big Mac?

Kingmaker: Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac.

Daniels: What do they call a Whopper?

Kingmaker: I dunno, I didn't go into a Burger King.

Daniels: Well that's very interesting Pierce, what about....... wait a minute, why the hell are we talking about this?!?!

*Lansdale moves on and climbs into the ring, stepping through the ropes and looking all around him as the audience continues to boo. A smug grin creeps onto his face as he peers down at the man with ketchup, mustard and cow remains all over his face. Lansdale reaches into his pocket and raises a finger to his lips, treating the fans as if they were rowdy children. As the fans die down, Lansdale speaks.*

Lansdale: All of you should be on your knees thanking me for setting the perfect example of what is NOT okay to eat. Stuffing parasitic waste into your craws may seem like a good idea.. but I assure you that with every bite of that filthy garbage you condemn yourselves to a later life filled with bowel related illnesses. Oh and you may laugh like the chittering, simpering chimpanzees that you are at the mere mention of such a.. fragrant.. subject, but this is no laughing matter. Those of you with an IQ that rises above the single digit form will take heed at my advice.. lest you place yourselves in the awkward position of having the finger of a doctor inserted into a place that will certainly not make you laugh..

*Lansdale smirks to himself and holds up an index finger before dropping back into a sneer.*


Lansdale: I am under no illusion that most of you amoebic rejects have yet to evolve to a point where your ears are put to good use.. or your grey matter on that note.. so I will end todays much needed lesson there and move onto more pressing events. Last week.. Arthur Lansdale.. Mr Arthur Lansdale to you, was forced into a sitation whereby I had to once again lower myself into the pits of despair and degradation for the entertainment of you remedial freaks. Upon the whim of a lesser man.. I was, under duress, placed into a tag team match.. against the fool William McCoy, who creeps ever closer to the abyss at Bred For Combat. Once again I was forced to endure the mediocrity that is McCoy.. to lower myself to his level and give the urchin some form of acknowledgment by allowing him in the same ring as myself. However.. as I proved last week.. I will not be rushed in my quest to eradicate this vermin from EWNCW..

*Lansdale looks to the big screen where a replay is shown of him refusing to make a legitimate tag with his partner Rain, before hopping off the apron and leaving him to his fate.*

Lansdale: Why did I do it? Why did I refuse to fight McCoy and abandon my partner in the middle of a match? Allow me to simplify this for the deadweight sitting here tonight and those sitting at home. Mr Arthur Lansdale will choose his allies, he will NOT be forced into playing nice with a slack-jawed curr with a feeble graps on the English language. Rain was tossed aside like a bone whose meat has long since been stripped for one reason.. he is beneath me, a point I made when I turned my back on him. What happened to him was justified.. I do not suffer fools. A point that brings me back to McCoy.. I will engage you as and when I decide.. you may think this is professional wrestling my dimwitted inferior.. but this is far more. This is a game of chess.. and like the greats I have lured you into a false sense of security.. you believe you have the upper hand but the trap is about to be sprung.. and you will soon find, that you are as much a match for me.. as a mouse is a match for a cat. I, Arthur Lansdale will prove at Bred For Combat.. that I AM the true British Excellence.. and that you are nothing more than a worthless maggot..

*Lansdale smirks again, standing in the centre of the ring before he turns to leave, but is stopped in his tracks as Nathan Staples' voice echoes out around the arena, as his face appears on the tron*

[Grind_Bastard]

Nathan Staples: Stop right there Lansdale. Let's get one thing straight. You will get physical when I see fit, because I am in charge of this show, and I will not have any superstar hold me to ransom as to when they're in action.
And since that is the case, you my British gentleman, are going to be in action tonight. Tonight, you will be facing Michael Archangel!

*Crowd cheer as Lansdale looks peeved*

Staples: And your Bred for Combat opponent, Billy McCoy, will be facing off against the man who will be facing Michael at Bred for Combat; Rain!!

I also want to add, that if you do not compete tonight Lansdale, then you will not be involved at Bed for Combat, and you won't have your match against McCoy!!

*Crowd cheer, as Lansdale is irate*

Staples: Oh, and Lansdale, you vs Michael Archangel, is NEXT!!

Daniels: Another big match added to Bred for Combat, and 2 matches made for tonight here!! Rain taking on Michael Archangel on ppv Pierce!

Kingmaker: A pretty big one there. Both men have had some problems with each other, and both will be looking to settle those live on ppv!

Daniels: Well Lansdale doesn't look happy to be in action here right now, but he doesn't have a choice! He wants McCoy bad at Bred for Combat, so he can't walk away from this one tongiht!!

Kingmaker: Well i think Staples has put unfair pressure on Lansdale here. Lansdale is more than good enough to beat anyone on his day, he shouldn't be forced to compete like some animal!!

(Commercial break)

Bob Daniels: We just heard Lansdale explain his actions from last week, particularly leaving the match where he teamed with Rain to take on Billy McCoy and Michael. He also explained why he hates Rain. But do you, Kingmaker, buy it?

Pierce Kingmaker: I don’t know, he seemed sincere, but a snake seems docile until it’s time to strike!

Daniels: That is very true, but now, he’s going to have to fight - this time in a one on one match against Michael. Will he stick through with this match, or will he walk out of this one as well?

Kingmaker: If I know Michael, he won’t be letting Lansdale go anywhere, not in this match.

Daniels: That could very well be a true statement! Now, let’s get on with the match.

*The camera goes into a wide shot, settling on Jason, after surveying the crowd. Jason looks on towards the hard camera and smiles, starting his duties.*

Jason: Our next match is singles match, scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring, from Manchester, England, Arthur Lansdale!

*The crowd boos loudly at his introduction. Lansdale looks on at them, but goes back to pacing in the ring, back and forth, watching the ramp for Michael to come out. He raises his hand and rubs his head for a moment, before settling in the far corner to await his opposition.*

Daniels: Lansdale looks ready to pop!

Kingmaker: I’m not entirely sure that’s possible, him being male and all.

Daniels: Oh shut up, Pierce! You know what I meant!

Jason: And his opponent, from Washington, D.C, MICHAEL ARCHANGEL!


*Michael makes his way out as his music hits. He poses at the top of the ramp and then looks down towards Lansdale, clapping his hands slowly, surely at the fact that Lansdale cost his team the match last week. He climbs into the ring and gets ready for a fight.*

Kingmaker: Is it wise to be poking Lansdale like that? No one knows what he is capable of and he does not look like he is in the nicest mood at the moment.

Daniels: Is he ever in a nice mood?!

Kingmaker: Touché!

Lansdale(Edge) vs Michael(Kofi)



(Stop at: 6:50)

[Grind_Bastard]

Daniels: And I thought we had a winner there! Michael is putting on a stellar performance against Lansdale tonight!

Kingmaker: Question is, can he keep it up?

*Michael looks back at Lansdale who is rolling over to his left side. Michael stalks him for a moment before grabbing his right arm and bringing him to a standing base. He shows him off to the crowd and then kicks him in the midsection, right beneath the arm, around the lower chest. Lansdale drops to his knees, but Michael picks him up again, showing him to the other half of the arena, before kicking him once more. Lansdale is lifted and pointed towards the commentary table, where Michael goes for another kick, however it is unsuccessful! Lansdale stops the kick and throws Michael’s leg between the second and top rope. He then kicks it, sending the top right into the upper thigh of Michael. Michael sells the pain well, while Lansdale backs up and comes back with a huge European Uppercut. Michael falls from the ropes, his leg hung up over it. A sick look comes to Lansdale’s face as he notices the leg. He immediately begins attacking it, shot after shot to the exposed limb before Michael can pull it free.*

Kingmaker: I told you, a snake is docile until it’s time to strike. Lansdale is a snake and Michael walked right into his trap!

*Lansdale stalks back and forth, fighting with himself before returning to Michael who is nursing an injured leg. He picks him up and pushes him into a corner; grabbing the ropes and starting to stomp on Michael’s midsection until he falls down in a slump. Lansdale backs back and looks around the arena. He signals for the Lansdale Lockdown, and pulls Michael from the turnbuckles and to the middle of the ring. He pulls him into the Cobra Clutch, causing Michael to have to struggle to escape. Lansdale yells wildly as he holds the clutch. Michael fights towards the ropes, eventually grabbing them, but potentially having the damage done to him already. Lansdale refuses to release the hold until the count of four. Michael drops down, attempting to catch his breath, but Lansdale goes right back on the attack. He leaps on the back of Michael, but Michael holds the throws and tosses back, causing Lansdale to roll off and careen back. As Lansdale comes up, Michael turns him around and sets him up for the STO, but Lansdale pushes himself off and rolls out of the ring, heading up the ramp.*

Daniels: Where is he going? He’s leaving another match?!

*Lansdale continues up the ramp, but…*



Kingmaker: That’s McCOY’S MUSIC! WHAT IS HE DOING OUT HERE?!

*McCoy walks out on stage, and looks at Lansdale, who turns right around and heads back towards the ring, not wanting to deal with a fresh Billy McCoy. As he slides back into the ring, he is caught with Michael’s ‘The Savior’s Way’, an STO. Michael rolls him over for a pin, successfully defeating Arthur Lansdale. Billy can be seen on stage clapping, while Michael celebrates in the ring.*

Kingmaker: What a match, it was a shock to see Billy out here, but at least he managed to keep the action in the ring, by preventing Lansdale from leaving the match.

Daniels: It did, but was it the right thing to do? Lansdale is going to be fuming after this, if I was Billy, I’d watch my back and make sure Lansdale is never out of eyesight or earshot.

Kingmaker: I couldn’t agree with you more if I tried, giving we don’t have a thumbs up system like Lords of Hurt for comments.

Daniels: You know what works just as well?

*Daniels gives Kingmaker a thumbs up sign.*

[Grind_Bastard]

Daniels: We are back again, and we are heading to the backstage area, where “Cowboy” Bill Buxley has a guest to interview. Bill?

*Camera gives us Buxley.*

Buxley: Thank you Bob, I'm standing here with none other than the Inferno Ignition champion, Andy Cannon.

*Camera pulls back to reveal the champ.*

Buxley: First of all, congratulations on your win at NGNG. Did you expect winning the belt after being defeated by Hawk at the final War Games show?

Cannon: Thanks Bill! You know, pro wrestling is a crazy thing. The odds can be stacked tremendously against you but anyone can beat anyone else on any given night. As far as Hawk goes, he's a hell of a competitor but I can't stand his attitude. When it's all over though, being the champ is what matters most.

Buxley: I particularly was puzzled to hear that you didn't feel like wrestling after winning the belt. Can you explain that a bit more?

Cannon: Bill, that had to be the strangest emotions I've ever felt in my life. I think when you work so hard for so long to get to a certain point you don't know what to do when you get there. On one hand you've just won this prestigious title & you realize the company has the faith in you to put you in a position to win that belt. But on the other hand you see how long it's taken you to get there & you start doubting yourself as to whether you can maintain that same level of intensity & dedication to be a great champion. It really put me in a funk to honest. You know as well as I do that nobody wants to be a failure in anything, but especially in something you've dedicated your life to. I don't know how many people realize it but I've been training to be a professional wrestler for 14 years. It's my life, it's what I do, it's all I've got! Sometimes it just takes a real wake-up call to reignite that fire.

Buxley: If I recall correctly, you haven't faced Johnny Rose, or at least not recently. Your thoughts on him?

Cannon: I don't know too much about Rose to be honest with ya. However, I do know that if you're contracted by EWNCW you are the cream of the crop!

Buxley: On the contrary, you know Hawk well, can you give us a little insight about how you feel towards him?

Cannon: Oh boy, Mike Hawk. This guy is an absolute stud in the ring! I've wrestled all over the world but I've never been pushed to my limits like I have been with Hawk. All that said though, I find it harder & harder to respect the kid. As everyone well knows I tried to help him but he thought he was above my help. After all that went down I pretty much chalked him up to being a lost cause, it’s sad really. I figured out that I had to focus on something I could control & that’s why I stand here today as your Inferno Ignition Champion!

*Hawk comes in and gets in Cannon's face.*

Hawk: You make me sick Cannon. You beat me in a match you should have never been in, take the Ignition title everyone busted their ass in War Games to win, and now you lost your spark. Cannon, if you don't feel like you can go on then stay out of the way at Bred for Combat while I finish off Rose because if you have no passion left, then you are wasting my time!

*Hawk starts to chuckle softly.*

Hawk: It's funny really, you talk about trying to help me out when now you can't even help yourself. You do not deserve to be champion if you can't even help yourself. Right now, you are just an easy target for the next challenger to come along and take that title off of you and I will make sure that person is me. Because not only are you not in the zone mentally, everyone and their mom knows you are out of it, and in case you've forgotten, the mental aspect is half of the match. Last week, you only beat Rose because I saved you. But don't mistake that for anything because in your state you can't momentum but a win for Rose over you will fill that trolls ego up.

*Hawk turns away for a second to the camera.*

Hawk: Rose, you wanted to play the sneak attack game a while back, and all that did was piss me off. Last week, I got even and made sure you knew exactly who you screwed with. Cannon may not be a threat at the PPV, but I will make sure you don't just waltz in EWNCW and come out with the Ignition title because I don't take vacations and I don't need rest, I am ready to fight anyone, anywhere and at anytime, unlike you. So whether I have to pin you or Cannon, know that at Bred for Combat I am coming for that title and I will do whatever it takes to bring it home.

*Rose pops up out of nowhere*

Rose: I am the epitome of what a Champion should be! I was the greatest ignition champion there ever was! Me losing that belt was the biggest fluke imaginable. Surely all of you here tonight in the audience and watching at home can see that! I have no more words left to waste on any of you.

*Rose storms off camera. Image return to commentary table.*

Daniels: What a heated exchange by these three.

Kingmaker: But not as heated as their match at Bred for Combat. I expect incredible action, and a Jo Ro victory.

Daniels: Same with the action, but the win is Cannon's.