Thursday, July 5, 2018

Elite TV Week One - Part Five

Elite TV comes back from commercial.  This Fire Burns plays as the camera cuts across the packed crowd.

Samantha:

Welcome back to Elite TV.  What a scene we just witnessed.

Abbie:

You’re telling me.  We saw Crazy Howard go from quirkily crazy to fully unhinged in the span of one match.

Samantha:

It was disturbing to say the least.  Let’s cut backstage now to Jamison Collins who’s waiting to get a word with Carlos Gonzales.

Jamison is shown backstage, microphone in hand.  He’s standing outside a door marked Locker Room.

Jamison: 

Thanks Samantha and Abbie.  Like you said I’m waiting to get a word from…

Just then the door opens and a man exits.  Jamison calls out.

Jamison:

Excuse me!  Carlos!  Carlos do you have a second?

Carlos comes back into frame, standing next to Jamison.  He’s wearing an EWA t-shirt.

Jamison:

Ladies and gentlemen….Carlos Gonzales.

Carlos flashes a smile to the camera.

Carlos:

Hey Jamison!  How’re you doing?

Jamison:

I’m doing great Carlos, but I wanted to talk real quick about last night.  Last night at Wrestlecade, you challenged Sean Kirkland for the Intercontinental Championship.  

Carlos let out a sigh.

Carlos:

I did…

Jamison:

And the ending was probably not quite the one that you were hoping for…

Carlos:

That is correct Jamison.  Getting low blowed was not exactly how I was hoping for that match to end.  

You could tell that Carlos was starting to get irritated as he continued talking.

Carlos:

I had that match won, and Kirkland knows it!  I was about to hit him with the El Nino, when he shoved me into the referee!  Then, while the ref was down, he punched me in the junk and hit me with the Reality Check!  I mean, you guys all saw it!

Jamison nods his understanding, then moves the microphone back in front of himself.  Carlos takes a second to calm himself down.

Jamison:

So, with the questionable outcome of the match, what’s your plan going forward?

A confused look came across Carlos’s face.

Carlos:

My plan?  My PLAN  is to get another match for the Intercontinental Championship.  And I think that match should happen next week!

The crowd is heard cheering in the arena.  Carlos begins to walk off, but stops and turns back to Jamison.

Carlos:

And if Sean Kirkland wants to play games, that’s fine.  I can play games too...

He winks and makes a finger gun at Jamison before walking out of frame.  The camera fades to black on Jamison as he stares off after him.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Elite TV Week One - Part Four

As we return to the arena from break, we see a pan of the crowd and are welcomed back by Abbie.

Samantha:

Welcome back everyone to EWA. We want to tell you that tonight’s action is sponsored by Mountain Dude. When you’re lost in the mountains remember, Mountain Dude.

We get a look at a guy in the ring who is tall, muscular and has short hair with a beard. His attire is blue with black accents.

Abbie:

And we are back with some in ring action.

Tommy Harker:

The following contest is scheduled for one fall. In the ring at this time, from Glasgow, Scotland, weighing in at 15 stone, Ryland Blythe.

Samantha:

Here is a debut from LWF once again. He is a former International Champion as well as a former Zero Limit Champion.

Abbie:

I can’t wait to see what he has.

As she finishes “If You’re Happy and You Know It” by The Wiggles starts.

Samantha:

Um…

Abbie:

What the?

Out walks a guy dressed in a kilt and a shirt that says I “HEART” Scotland. He has long hair and scruff for facial hair. He waves to the crowd who cheer and wave back.

Tommy Harker:

And from St Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 200 pounds, CRAZY HOWARD!

Abbie:

Oh my gosh! He’s one of my favorite wrestlers. He didn’t accomplish much but he was always entertaining.

Howard comes to the ring and offers a handshake to his opponent. Blythe sneers at the gesture and stretches on the ropes instead of returning the gesture.

Samantha:

Crazy Howard trying to be a good sport, but Blythe wanting nothing of it, and from my estimation nothing to do with this match.

The referee calls for the bell as Howard raises his arm for a test of strength.

Abbie:

Howard wanting to test Blythe here.

Blythe gives him a look as if to question his seriousness. Howard shakes his head and claps his hands as Blythe starts laughing at him.

Samantha:

Blythe not taking Howard seriously at all.

Blythe runs at Howard and goes to take him down with a clothesline. Howard ducks and comes up behind Blythe and raises his arm again.

Samantha:

I don’t think he gets it.

Blythe obliges and goes for the test of strength but when going to lock up with the second hand, nails Howard with a stiff forearm to the side of the head.

Abbie:

Blythe showing why he has the resume he does.

Blythe quickly moves in and nails a succession of punches and kicks to the dazed opponent and takes him down to his knees. Blythe slaps his thigh a couple of times then runs to the opposing ropes.

Samantha:

Blythe looking to inflict some damage here.

He comes back and is dropped across the middle rope as Howard takes him down with a drop toe hold. Howard stands up with a look on his face that screams insanity. He is breathing heavily and looking at his opponent now falling to the mat.

Abbie:

I don’t seem to remember this side of him.

Samantha:

He is seething as if something has snapped and I’m not sure anyone would want to be in that ring with him looking like that.

Howard now begins to alternate knees and kicks to Blythe’s arm. Blythe covers up trying to shelter his arm from the damage. Howard nails a stiff stomp to his back which loosens Blythe’s hold of his own arm.

Samantha:

I think this is something that needs to be of concern. Could the former champion be taken out by the former jester of the court?

Howard quickly grabs hold of Blythe’s arm and begins twisting it and holding it. He continues to twist it as Blythe screams in pain. Howard moves to his fingers holding them, two in one hand and two in the other. He twists the arm a little more then looks up at the crowd. A scary smile crosses his mouth.

Abbie:

I don’t like where this is going.

Howard snaps the fingers in opposite directions, leading to a loud snapping sound. His smile now becoming a laugh.

Samantha:

Well this escalated quickly. What a sickening move by, well Crazy Howard who looks like he is becoming a little more psychotic with every moment that passes by.

The referee goes to check on Blythe who is holding his arm and his hand. Howard stands back waiting for him to rise.

Abbie:

I wonder what he has in mind here.

Blythe slowly climbs to his feet, using the turnbuckles to pull him up with one arm. As he reaches his feet, Howard runs toward him, he jumps and in the last split second, Blythe steps aside as Howard crashes into the top turnbuckle. Blythe falls back down still holding his arm. Howard collapses on to the mat, laughing as he does. He lays there laughing like a mad man.

Samantha:

Are you sure this is the Crazy Howard that was your favorite?

Abbie:

I don’t think so, but this one is becoming a favorite.

Blythe stops writhing in pain for a moment to look over at Howard who is now laughing loudly in the ring. Blythe tries to pull himself up and walks over to Howard. The ref turns to check the turnbuckle cover as Howard puts his boot right into the groin of his opponent.

Samantha:

The low blow, and the referee didn’t even see it.

Blythe drops to his knees as the referee turns around. Howard climbs to the middle turnbuckle and prepares for Blythe to turn around. Blythe slowly climbs to his feet and Howard jumps from where he is perched. He grabs Blythe by the head on his way down, driving him head first into the mat.

Abbie:

Howard with a massive DDT.

Howard immediately jumps to his feet and lets out a yell. He grabs Blythe’s arm wrenching it again and positioning Blythe on his side. He looks around and falls backwards driving Blythe’s arm backwards, hard making it snap. Howard does not release the arm as Blythe’s tries to roll away. Blythe rolls to his stomach as Howard hold on to the arm laying across Blythe’s back, pulling the arm in the air while also across his back. Blythe screams in pain and violently pounds on the mat.

Abbie:

I don’t believe it.

Samantha:

I can’t say I do either.

The referee calls for the bell and tells Howard to let go. Instead Howard pulls harder on Blythe’s arm harder. The referee warns him to let go. Howard kicks the referee away.

Samantha:

He just got himself disqualified.

The referee comes back to try and get him off. Howard now let’s go and begins swinging at the referee as the referee ducks under the ropes covering his head while he does. Howard starts pulling chunks of this hair out and blood starts coming out from the areas.

Tommy Harker:

Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match is Crazy Howard. However, due to the fact the he would not release the hold and did strike the referee, the referee has reversed his decision making the winner of the match, Ryland Blythe.

Howard now sits in the ring, blood dripping down his face as he stares at Blythe leaving the ring.

Samantha:

What kind of psycho?

Abbie:

I’m gonna say Crazy Howard just got a little more interesting.

The scene fades to commercial with Howards intent, psychotic stare with the blood still dripping down.

Saturday, June 2, 2018

Elite TV Week One - Part Three

As we return the camera pans the arena with the fans going crazy.

Abbie:

What a night so far and I do believe this it just going to escalate from here.

Samantha:
Abbie, I cannot agree with you more. This is just the start of an amazing thing here. You can't help but to feel good about where we are going from here.

Just as she finishes the lights go out and spotlights circle the arena. They land on the stage “Bass Driven Thing” by Blackburner starts through the speakers in the arena. Out walk three very well dressed men to the stage. As the reach the stage they stop and look over the crowd with disdain on their face.

Samantha:

Hey these guys look sorta familiar.

Abbie:

I’m not going to say they should but they definitely do.

As they come to the end of their pose the words “New Wall Street” appear on the screen above them in gold letters.

Samantha:

I knew it! I knew they looked familiar.

Abbie:

Well who are they?

Samantha:

It’s Scott Morale, Desmond Price and Alister Banks. They are from that company, oh what was it called? They just shut down…

Abbie:

Legacy?

Samantha:

Yes! That’s it! Legacy Wrestling Federation. I cannot believe they are here.

Abbie:

Well to be fair we did hear about an influx of talent heading our way.

The men make their way to the ring in near matching suits with sunglasses on and hair slicked back. They climb into the ring all the while ignoring the outstretched hands. They each grab a microphone and walk to the center of the ring.

Samantha:

And we are going to hear from them.

Abbie:

Well they certainly don’t looked dressed to compete at this point.

Morale:

Gentlemen and ladies, or as we will refer to you as, bottom dwellers…

The crowd begins to boo loudly at the insult.

Morale:

Welcome to the elite of Elite. We are the best, we are the richest, we are New Wall Street.

Morale steps back as Price steps forward. He begins to speak in his British accent.

Price:

Not only are we the best, we’ve proven it. All over the world. We are multi time tag team champions, multi time tournament champions. We have proven it. And if that doesn’t tickle you we got the cars, houses and kittens to prove it.

He steps back as Banks takes center.

Banks:

We got it all. And as stated we are the best. I am the best. Better than you… you… you…

As he continues to point out people in the audience.

Banks:

I’ve proven it myself. I held the Legacy Heavyweight Championship for two and a half years. I beat everyone that Joel Cunningham could find to put in front of me. Don’t believe me?

The crowd is now chanting something the camera does not want to pick up.

Banks:

Allow me to run down the laundry list… Dre King, Silas Black, Richard Sexton, Ryland Blythe, Marcus Profit, Big Bubba Branson, Raymond Branson, Joshua Mack. I beat them all. The fact is, it is disrespectful and and despicable error that Desmond Murphy has excluded the best wrestler in the game today from being in competition for the championship here, never mind the tournament. I am the best. Born the best. Still the best.

The lights cut out and the crowd begins to cheer.

Abbie:

What is this?

Samantha:

That’s a good question.

The screen lights up and a darkened room. We see someone highlighted by a soft light. We see him lacing up his shoes, taping up his wrists and hands.

Voiceover:

For over a decade I have been gone. I tore myself down to the studs to forget what was old and to start over and recreate what was originally there, brand new.

We see the man stand up and grab a shirt and put it on.

Voiceover:

All over the world, learning, studying, developing. Our story has crossed before.

The man walks over and picks up a championship and puts it over his shoulder.

Voiceover:

You claim to be the best, and you’ve claimed to prove it against me. In reality you have not. This.

The man is walking down a darkened hallway towards the camera.

Voiceover:

This is our next chapter.

The camera finally comes into focus as the man has his head down, beanie hat on his head and sunglasses.

Man now speaking in front of the camera:

It’s just this time, well I didn’t come alone.

We see two figures walk up behind him and stop with a smile creep across his face.

Man:

It’s time!

The screen goes black again. A laser starts scrolling around the screen as it looks as if it is engraving something into the steel behind it. It forms a stylized “S” but continues going this time faster and not showing every angle. The screen darkens again as the fans begin to cheer loudly.

Abbie:

This is gonna be big!

The sound of metal pounding metal hits 7 times, each time a different letter showing up.

*CLANG*

S

*CLANG*

P

*CLANG*

D

*CLANG*

R

*CLANG*

C

*CLANG*

L

*CLANG*

N

It pauses once again.

Samantha:

Oh my word! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!

Abbie:

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

Fire engulfs the image on the screen and in the black of the screen is a red spider with an “S” for it’s body and the SPDR above and the CLN below. As it sits there “Bring it on” by Zardonic starts and out walk the man from the video with another man just shorter than him to the left on the screen and to the right a larger, muscular built, darker skinned man all with various styles of shirts on with the same logo on the screen. They look at each other and walk down the ramp to the ring.

Samantha:

After over a decade that we first heard of them they are finally here in EWA.

Abbie:

Hachi Machi! The Spider Clan has finally debuted, although this is a little different from when they had initially been rumored.

The man from the video grabs a mic while the other two stand by. He moves the championship belt on his shoulder as he steps right in front of Banks. He gets right in his face and stares.

The crowd starts chanting “This is awesome” over and over.

Samantha:

There is tension between these guys here.

The man slowly moves the microphone up to his face, never breaking his stare with Banks.

Man:

Did ya miss me, sweetheart?

Crowd lets out a huge “OH!”

Man:

Yes I am on your laundry list you just ran down. Your resume if you will, but you didn’t beat me straight up. Matter of fact you only beat me cause these two doinks got involved when the referee had his back turned. You know the thing that really irks me though? The fact I didn’t even get to face you while competing for this.

He holds up the championship that was on his shoulder. He never breaks his stare from Banks. He puts the championship back on his shoulder.

Abbie:

I’m gonna say not just tension but some bad blood as well.

Man:
But where are my manners?

He steps back from Banks and looks at the other 4 men in the ring.

Man:

It just dawned on me that you 5 know who I am. We all in this ring know who the three of us are but the fans…

A Spider Clan chant breaks out at this point.

Man:

Well yes. We are that. Allow me to introduce you to Spider Clan. This right here…

He points to the taller, muscular man.

Man:

Is one of the youngest properties in wrestling and is one of the up and coming guys whose future is super bright, he is Rayn Dawkins.

Rayn raises his arms to the crowd to cheers.

Man:

And this…

Motioning to the other guy.

Man:

Is my brother from the same mother, the Frank to my Jesse, from his birth been my best friend, mess with me you answer to him, he is the Infamous Jeremy Mack.

The crowd gets louder.

Man:

As for me, I am the man formerly known by many names. The Wyld Thang, The Joker, Levi Vega, all sorts of names from here to Mexico, to England, to Japan, I am the last champion of Legacy, not just heavyweight but of all champions. I am the Legacy Grand Champion. They refer to me as the Spyder, I am Joshua Mack.

The crowd starts chanting Spyder Mack as he quickly refocuses on the other three men in the ring.

Joshua:

As for you three stuck up snobs, I came here to EWA to make sure you are reminded just where you stand and just what you actually are worth.

He steps up to Banks right in his face.

Joshua:

Because that’s how I roll.

He steps a half step back and Banks unloads on him with punches as Price and Morale attack the other men.

Abbie:

Chaos breaking out here. I don’t think they agree with what has been said by Joshua here.

Samantha:

I can’t believe he would disrespect New Wall Street like that.

Spider Clan begins fighting back, as Jeremy gets the upper hand though, Price side steps an oncoming Dawkins and takes him down with a power slam. Jeremy steps back to set up Morale for something, but instead is taken down as Price runs up in one fluid motion and grabs Jeremy across his chest, falling backwards and driving Jeremy face first into the mat.

Abbie:

NWS getting the upper hand here.

Dawkins regains his balance on his feet but is kicked in the stomach and bent over. Morale lifts him up over his head in a crucifix position and in one fluid motion, flips him over and catches him for a piledriver.

Samantha:

Do not disrespect New Wall Street.

Joshua Mack has been attacked by Price and Banks and Banks finally get the upper hand. He takes Mack and places his arm over his head, picks him up as if to go for a backdrop, but instead drops Mack, back first across his knees. Mack bounces off of Banks knees rolling around holding his back.

Samantha:

New Wall Street answering Spider Clan’s statement with a statement of their own. You know the old saying Abbie.

Abbie:

Yes. Actions speak louder than words. You just have to wonder how Spider Clan is going to answer back to this attack. Seems to be plenty of bad blood being carried over from LWF here to EWA that’s for sure.

The members of New Wall Street stand over the fallen Joshua Mack as Morale hands Banks the Legacy Grand Championship. Banks looks at the two men the holds the championship up over his head as the show fades to commercial.